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

[Revolutionary]

You are incredible.I love this poem.I don't know why or even how it makes me feel I just know I feel something and it rolls off my tongue

[*~*Butterfly Kisses*~*]

Sometimes even strangers can have an impact on how we feel and even give us some hope when we feel down. Beautifully penned, Neva. You've done it again.

[Gomer LePoet]

Excellent piece Ms. Neva, weaving the musical notations with the life of a wounded soul. :)

[EMF]

Bugger me, but you're good. You took me from despair to enriched hope with a few lines. Not a masterpiece though.... More a Master Class. Brilliant.

[Coyote Poetry]

"I raised my glass to life
then ran
from the very air I once breathed in
and called a masterpiece, "
A powerful story in the amazing poem. I like the journey and thoughts in the poem. Easy to run from memory. But hard to escape them forever. Thank you for the outstanding poem.
Coyote

[Wakeofahero]

I like like the ending and how it seems like you are moving foward, getting over everything, saying time moves foward and so will your heart. Very well written!

[Cascara (aka Sprint Goe..]

great message on moving on!

[SoulCrusader (Yas)]

"my heart played notes
until my teardrops dried
on the feet of strangers
walking.......
on the heart of me."

Wow, so relatable...
genius!!!

[Thomas Fitzgerald]

Neva my darling, have you veiled a meaning not usual to you writing. for some reason, I found my self looking out over a path of realationahips strewn with miss adventure and lost chances. A very compelling though, the heart lays dormant whenever your love has been spent. A very well written piece my love.

[Clockwork]

I like how everything comes together in the end which adds a real feeling of catharsis. In those lines that display what it was like to be lost, we can almost see each of those tears being dried away. My favorite lines were "and my heart played notes/ until my teardrops dried/on the feet of strangers." Such a beautiful image and sentiment overall.