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Time N Tears

Time is teething again and again-
'Tis the tick in dire need of the tock-
Replacing tales told 'bout loves
...............Time passages-
And the truth mirrored by my
.....Tears that you mock...


Strange how the minutes accrue isn't it?
Like the raindrops eventually can become
.................Streams...
Splashing wet spasm's 'cross the windowpanes
..............Of my life...
As photograph's of heavens own teardrops
..............Clearly seen- -


Where did all of those hours come from?
Where grief turns them into days and weeks?
An eternal ocean of months of rain filled
...............Teardrops...
With no seashell souvenirs to keep- -


Only lonely whispers of wind seem to follow
Near the bays and inlets of yesterdays cry- -
Putting out any remnant of my 'fire of desire'
Relief coming, in a year from the sky...


No oysters, nor pearls of wisdom found-
Upon the sandy beaches where love once
...............Played...
The tears have since been blown by the wind
And the minutes have slowed down, a bit, this day- -


All the while the moon waxes and wanes-
Holding a terse vigil of the management of the tides
Remembrance to time and heartbroken tears- -
Are rearranged and amongst the sandy shore...
...............They hide...



By, Theodora Onken

February,2009

User Rating: 5,0 / 5 ( 2 votes ) 1

Comments (1)

WoW! ! ! ! ! This is overflowing with images that fill the readers' hearts and souls with emotion! That first stanza is hard to read beyond- -it is so perfect both in its poetry and its message: Time is teething again and again- 'Tis the tick in dire need of the tock- Replacing tales told 'bout loves ...............Time passages- And the truth mirrored by my .....Tears that you mock...- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -I keep reading this over and over in awe of the craftsmanship here.When I finally read on, I find myself so immersed in stanza 2 that I cannot leave it, do not want to leave it. It is so perfect: Strange how the minutes accrue isn't it? Like the raindrops eventually can become .................Streams... Splashing wet spasm's 'cross the windowpanes ..............Of my life... As photograph's of heavens own teardrops ..............Clearly seen- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -I'm never going to finish this work of art if your perfect lines will not let me go! I free myself from their magic hold on me and guess what? I am caught up by the very next stanza: Where did all of those hours come from? Where grief turns them into days and weeks? An eternal ocean of months of rain filled ...............Teardrops... With no seashell souvenirs to keep- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -Theo, I probably have said this before but truly I believe this to be your best, it is at the very peak of the pinnacle of writing. A million 10's are not enough for this high quality piece. Also putting it on my Fav list. 10+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++