Teardrops on the Feet of Strangers

My heart played notes
inside the margins of time
in repeated sighs
while the world kept rhythm
on my self-esteem
with the feet of strangers.
Still, last night
I wrote lines about life and love
that whispered come dance with me,
kiss away........
my jaded words of anger.

I raised my glass to life
then ran
from the very air I once breathed in
and called a masterpiece,
because each breath I took in
made me stand tall.
Until, I found I had been feasting
on teardrops telling me
I had gone astray
each time.......
they'd start to fall.

You were there all along
singing I love you
underneath my skin
while each breath I took
cried out
inside the margins of time perfectly
and my heart played notes
until my teardrops dried
on the feet of strangers
walking.......
on the heart of me.

Author's Note

Artist: Karol Bak

Reviews

[Dean]

Stanzas one and three are killers...and that is a compliment. I would suggest "inside the margins of time" even a more effective title. Not only is
it a beautiful metaphor (of which you seem to have thousands) but the use of
it would not detract from the impact of your conclusion.

Loving my visits to your page.
-Dean

[Leigh]

Sometimes you have to look outside to see back into yourself with true perspective, very nicely worded meaning and arrangement, love the semi-pre-rapaelite image also

[Dean Kuch®]

Such a virtuoso of harmonious prose you are! There were lines that lterally sent chills racing up my spine. Simply beautiful.

[unknown]

Interesting how strangers are the ones who listen sometimes and able to live our spirits. Great poem!

[Kaa Na Kalyanasundaram]

I enjoyed the whole poem. Such a beautiful composing. Best wishes.

[Lily Mae]

"Until, I found I had been feasting
on teardrops telling me
I had gone astray
each time.......
they'd start to fall."

This really speaks volumes to the readers that have gone through these same emotions.. even in pain and suffering your words make the pain bearable.. You know I bow to each of your works for that reason.. You touch the true core of love and life..pain and sorrow...and with a beautiful pen..xo

[Arthur Henn]

Them first three lines... Then that finish of a wonderful canvas of written word fills my heart...

[Larry Dyson]

truely melancholic..."because each breath I took in
made me stand tall.
Until, I found I had been feasting
on teardrops telling me
I had gone astray
each time......".
Feasting on teardrops...

[Sanjeeta Sharma Pokhar..]

Felt like your shoes are mine..I felt the pinch- I admire the flawless flow...Amazingly you have jotted your words...
Outstanding!