In all seasons cold blue.

Heavy the tear

drenching the soul

drowning in its salt water;

a drop turning blue

runs down swimming

in a pool of sorrow, calling

for the replenishing of

all things sad -

there was only surrender.

Meanwhile, during the investigation

detectives link sorrow to the tear

through a suspect known as Sad Eyes.

The investigation continues....

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

reminds me of the Robert John song...
some really wicked metaphor here, andrew...

excellent poem...case solved in a pool of sorrow.

[Coyote Poetry]

Sad eyes, a song. I liked the flow of thoughts leading to the proper ending. Tears of sadness, could create a ocean. Thank you Andrew for sharing the amazing poetry.
Coyote

[Chris Shaw]

Oh those sad eyes are guilty. So guilty of all those tears. No detectives needed. A unique way of looking at sorrow.

Chris