Poet's Tears

I suppose I was crying....yep I was. Ended a 18 year marriage, gabbed a pen and began to draw. Then write. In fact, I wrote most of the night. This poem was just one of many written that night.

Poet’s Tears

We  cry

None of us know why

The tears fall

Like water

They flow…freely

Each drop portrays a message of a poet’s vision

A reflection of its own

We cry

Each tear…a portrait, a canvas, a message

Written there

A vision in our stare

We don’t question or ask why

We cry……. we write what is there in our stare

A vision true

Even we dare to question the vision there

A mirror image of yesterday, today, tomorrow

Sometimes written in sorrow

We see what others cannot see

Our quest ….carries us to a destiny

Speaking to humanity

Our ink pen ……….is dipped in tears ….in tears

 

Written by:  Sharon Brown

Pen Name:  Sarah Rose

 

Author's Note

Kind of says it like it is. We draw with our hearts.

Reviews

[Tate Morgan]

It is the bain of poets to live with having inner site and vanity I have to say vanity is the curse though

[SarahRose]

For all Poet's......From Sarah Rose