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A Poem | The Uninvited Tear

August 12, 2011
Rainbow After the Storm

 

Rainbow After the Storm

*** The Uninvited Tear ***

the uninvited tear
that visited me yester-year
today slipped upon my face
from an eye that lost its embrace

dear uninvited tear
you are unwelcome here
no notice, no knock
you may not just appear

I cried you once
I cried you twice
I cried you more than thrice

you are part of a symphony
already written
a story already told
we will have no reminiscing hold

but, alas, you are here
what news do you bear?
a bittersweet scent to breeze across my nose?
to remind me of old throes?

to remind me where I come from?
to remind me who I am?

ah, yes, I do behold the beauty in the pain
if it is the only way to remember,
send down your troops of rain
“It is better to drink of deep griefs than to taste shallow pleasures.”  {William Hazlitt}

 More on the inspiration behind this poem next week…

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7 Comments

  • Reply sue digiovanni August 12, 2011 at 6:00 PM

    Oh, sometimes you make me so sad. Beautifully written.

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    angela Reply:

    @sue digiovanni,

    Sorry Mama…. and thanks.

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  • Reply CRYSTAL August 12, 2011 at 7:33 PM

    YOUR BACK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
    YEAH!

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    angela Reply:

    @CRYSTAL,

    You’re cute, Cry.

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  • Reply Lady Fi August 12, 2011 at 11:04 PM

    Such a lovely poem about tears that suddenly visit us unannounced. The photo is truly magical.

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    angela Reply:

    @Lady Fi,

    Thank you for visiting Lady Fi -- a nice surprise :-)

    [Reply]

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