Thursday, October 6, 2011
Like a Tear
Like a tear
Slipping from the face of the earth
It disappears
Into history’s ever-deepening vaults
While another
Trembles on the fringes of the dawn
In expectation
For time’s perpetual weeping never halts
Until someday
As I ride the crest of my final tear
Not to the grave
Nor, as all its predecessor’s, into history
This tear shall slip
Beyond the bar of moments cast in years
A tiny ship
Bound for the expanse of immeasurable eternity
Janet Martin
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Janet, this is lovely. It has the ring of classic poetry and flows beautifully.
ReplyDeleteMary, thank-you so much.
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