A new tear parted last night from an ocean of eternity...................
A new tear parted last night from an ocean of eternity Where it had once laid shivering and sweet Beginning to comprehend those words of comfort From a spirit that has awakened within Every eye you meet
Looking up for peace of mind outside of black and white Thoughts hold a subtle sweetness all around This new tear stares into the breath of expectation Seeing glory in beautiful shades of gray Now wonderfully profound
An old tear reveals lips that speak to us of retribution Losing sight of what is right and wrong Telling stories that have no place at all to go Except dark hills carried in our souls For way too long
A new tear parted last night from an ocean of eternity Defining hope in feelings now recognized In all those words of comfort proceeding forth From the spirit awakening within These smiling eyes
An old friend of mine once did a magnificent landscape in charcoal and pencil; it looked like the light just before sunrise over the meadow and trees...when I read your line, "glory in beautiful shades of gray/Now wonderfully profound", it brought back the memory of my friend, and my wonder in watching him create a masterful work. Just as you have done here. *bows to the artist*
The descriptions you use for the new tear and old tear, it makes such beautiful sense. I love the flow and the last stanza...captured it. Once again, your work is amazing! Thanks for sharing with me!
I love this piece! The word play delights me by bringing in a new spin on the word tear. Your carefully and thoughtfully crafted words expose how I can expand word associations. To tear apart the bonds of a closed mind opening eyes and heart to possibilities is a "Good tear". The way you use the word tear throughout, "A new tear parted last night from an ocean of eternity Defining hope in feelings now recognized", really busts open my own mind. I enjoy reading your poetry for I always learn and expand.
An old friend of mine once did a magnificent landscape in charcoal and pencil; it looked like the light just before sunrise over the meadow and trees...when I read your line, "glory in beautiful shades of gray/Now wonderfully profound", it brought back the memory of my friend, and my wonder in watching him create a masterful work. Just as you have done here. *bows to the artist*
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