The Ways of Water

My teardrops stutter in an inner lid 

inversion, a smattering of sentiments that 

swell and shrink upon arrival.

They can't, won't flow, these 

channels,  tides that lurch, 

indulgent river mouths that 

just won't spill - do these

oceans drain of their own accord, 

to save some future wave from faltering 

before the shore?

Streaked with propane sores,  

suspended glass,

these waters mustn't grasp 

their gashed, reflected

wound, their

city-wrecking force,

but rise!

in vapors, bask

in spotless skies and

 weave 

their clear and 

cloudy course 

that penetrates 

my 

eyes.

Author's Note

Just changed this even more. There is a certain meter in the end, and my revisions were an exercise in maintaining the momentum, through the rhyme as well as meter and of course the balance of imagery. Too much going on and I lose you a little

Reviews

[MachinaWriter]

The very format of this poem is like water. The tides, rising and falling, coming in and receding. You describe the emotion that can be caught in a single glance, a single look within a person's eyes, and you display it for the reader in an imaginative and poignant manner. Keep it up, Thaddius. It was enjoyable and well worth the read, and even more worth the contemplation.

[Tinkerbellje]

A powerful and emotional poem. Gets the imagination going.

[Aethereal]

The force of crystal blue liquid persuasion ungulates throughout this poem. I was inspired to write this tiny poem for you which you may keep as your own:

Water

Waves of tears behind our eyes
frozen into glass
form the very best of ties
as swift currents pass.

[Vidya Bacchus]

You have penned this with such vivid imagery Thaddius.Very well done :)

[maria ( rose)]

Thaddius , It was written with such emotion and with an imaginative style. Enjoyed it very much. Thanks for sharing-
-maria