Foolish, I know
to spill salty tears
over the crimson blush of a setting sun...but I do.
It's been the one weakness
I can't seem to overcome.
Acceptable, for a time
when your heart is touched by loss
but still there are stipulations
(how close, how long)
but they mean nothing to me
I simply cry till there are no more tears.
They roll their eyes
call me alligator
thinking I have control
If I'm craving attention
I have better talents
I desire a hard heart
Would make this life easier
But perhaps I am twisted
slightly addicted
to the relief that comes
in knowing the last tear has fallen
To physically feel
your heart lighten
your pulse slow
To be able
to drip your worries
down a sink drain
mop them up with a tissue
(or a bucket, depending)
To see the sadness
To feel the hurt
To experience the truth
behind the emotion
To catch the lump in your throat
the dull ache growing
stretching vocal chords
to the point of screaming
but instead streaming
it is the tears that ease the pain.
Why do I cry?
Imagine holding this inside...
We're officially off for Year Two of dVersePoets. OpenLinkNight has been my refuge for the past 53 weeks, and tonight will be no different. I have to apologize for my lack of sharing this past week, but...I'm thinking the last tear has fallen (at least until the sun sets) and am looking forward to getting back in the game...Let's drink some poetry, shall we? Joe...you got that apron on?
41 comments:
A beautiful write...I am always told that I cry too much too...but that's what happens when you feel.
i think it's the best "medicine" if we can cry..it's good for the soul... i always try to control my emotions and def. don't cry enough...instead i'm getting headaches from fighting down the tears..ugh...fine write tash..
i am glad you do not have a hard heart...it would be easier but would you find as beautiful verse or music? tears are nothing to be ashamed of...they show you are human poet...just catch them in bottles and use them as ink...
It would be far easier to have a hard heart, but I'm glad I don't....a good cry gets rid of the toxin build up & allows us to move on...heartfelt write, Natasha...
What a beautiful piece! I love 'to drip your worries down the drain' and many others. Let the tears and words flow.
At about 4 years old my dad told me "stop crying ,real men don't cry"
At about 24 my dad told me "son that was the worst piece of advice I have ever given you"
Do what you need
Wander
I dont like cry really dont but sometimes happens:(
Maybe Im scared if I begin I cant stop:)
poignant poetry Natasha.
beautifully penned. very touched by this... I know this place only too well.
Wow, Natasha. This wept its way right into my solar plexus.
I can totally understand this! I don't like crying but when I think and read about the benefits I can see how good it is to cry every now and then :)
I don't at all think crying is a weakness, it shows you have heart.
This is a lovely write, and there are times when we have real things to cry about.
I recent;y read a quote about how we need to honor our sadness, not hide it, not bury it, honor it for the part of life that it is.
I say, cry your heart out. Cleanse it.
Later, you can smile.
I cry at the movies...don't get me started on anything deeper than that.
Over the last few years, I have caught myself crying a lot more. At the end of most books and movies, especially. And I always get dirty looks because, apparently, it isn't socially acceptable for a 21 year old man to cry, even in the privacy of his own house.
A lovely poem, Tash.
I cry whenever something beautiful touches me, in nature, in music... and consider it a blessing for all the years I couldn't seem to (not genuinely)...
"Why do I cry?
Imagine holding this inside..."
Exactly... A beautiful, heartfelt write, Tash.
Thank you, and God for not giving you a hard heart. And I don't believe life would be easier, for you would miss so much beauty and depth of feeling. Love this, Tash!
Tears spring from a tender heart, a heart that gives and one that loves--nothing more would I expect from you. What is reserve but a way to repress feelings, and wall ourselves away from all there is. Well written and expressed.
I cry now, at the reading of such beauty.
Love,
Janie
You bring this to a beautiful close. Imagine, indeed!
You most certainly have better talents to attract attention :-) Tears are a great release - I'm not ashamed to admit that there are many things that move me to tears.
Tony
A fine addiction. I have old movies and TV shows that help me to get to the release--or some old photos and journals.
Get it out Girl!!! and feel better... i cried once about
10 years ago - its not healthy
to bottle it all up!!!
if the cosmos and its stars
cant make you cry -
what else are they there for
apart from boring everyone with
the up and downing bull - lol
big love tash :D
I loved this writing -- glad you feel with your heart!
I especially liked --
"to spill salty tears over the crimson blush."
Ah, the setting sun - when the day is ending and we turn towards completing our work but not our hope for better tomorrows!
Totally -- can't imagine
"not holding it inside"
Great poetry always! Thanks!
Nicely put... You're poetry is so full of feeling. Don't ever hold your feelings inside because the rest of us would miss out.
And I've tried to hold it inside sometimes...doesn't work. When the dam bursts watch out! A slow leak is better. ;-)
This is so close to my heart, thank you for writing it. Cry on, solidarity sister!
Very good, dear tasha. A real straight forward and honest voice and great capture of the cry. You simply cry until the last tear. Excellente, and very well written.
Yeah tears come and go
And one should let them flow
As it's better out than in
I guess that could work for many things to secure the win
But I won't go there
As that would be a gassy affair haha
And as for your note
Yeah I've been in much the same boat
Elegant poem! It hurts to hold tears inside...like a pang in your core. Many of us have prayed for that hard heart, but many of us are relieved we never got it :)
Oh so beautiful. I think crying is a skill you have to learn. If you can't let go tears wind up sneaking out on you at really bad times.
sometimes you have to respect how your body, mind and heart feel and just feel it. I did like this.
This is a loving and beautiful poem, Natasha-- I so understand that line about wishing for a hard heart-- you do a lovely job of writing about something easily sentimentalized, but in a new way, just the right touch! xxxj
second to last stanza is just brilliant
four child with book senryu
I have desired a hard heart, but pain leaks out one way or the other. Tears are the kindest measure I know.
sweet cleansing are tears... nice write
To express such emotion over the beautiful things in life is a wonderful thing--there are too many tears shed for the sad and hateful things... This is beautiful, Tash.
catharsis
and the wonder of nature. =)
Not a dry eye in the house after that one, Tash! The only time I cried that much was when I was 8, and my grandmother died. I was inconsolable, cried for hours. She had cared for me during the first week of my life, while my mother fought for her life from an infection in a hospital that did use proper sanitation in dealing with its impoverished new mothers. I think I was cried out for a lifetime after that one...
Such a relatable write. I've wished to have a hard heart sometimes too--better to be as we are though I think. I especially like this stanza of yours:
To catch the lump in your throat
the dull ache growing
stretching vocal chords
to the point of screaming
but instead streaming
it is the tears that ease the pain.
...thanks!
beautiful and so true but if I was to cry a flood gate would also open ....hope all is well in your world (((hugs))))
Genuine and lovely. The 'stipulations' are always hard to navigate, so why bother? ;) I especially was hit by the line, "the dull ache growing
stretching vocal chords," I know that feeling well and you so aptly described it. Nice!
I thought I commented but I don't see it.
I wanted to make sure you knew just how extraordinaire these words are, truly poetry and the human condition at its best.
Sometimes it's better to let it out, than to keep it bottled in, to explode later on.
By the way, I'm one of those who cry at sad movies, and am only glad that the theater is dark enough that no one sees.
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