Wednesday, 18 July 2012

The Tear

Once again it's a very long time since I blogged.  The wedding and other activities have gotten in the way.  However, I have just finished listening to the Richard Burton legacy on Radio Two, and I don't know whether it is the voice, the words, the poetry, the choirs, the sounds at least, but I was moved to write a poem. It has nothing really to do with Burton, just a poem and I wanted to share it with you.

I sat there, listening
Not moving, not thinking
And slowly, almost imperceptively at first
A tear formed in the corner of my eye
And began to roll
Picking up speed, dragging the remnants of dead skin with it
Passing over the cracks in the pavement face
A single tear to me
But a tsunami of emotion to my face
A storm, a maelstrom
A well of water, body salted
Erupting out of me
In that single drop
All my loves and fears and hopes
Found condensed into liquid form
Leaving tracks on my cheek
To dry, to vanish
And remain bottled up once more.

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