The mourning after

The mourning after

A Poem by .:Arianna:.
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Of sighs and crying tears

"
She cried a tear
and it came crying.
As if somehow
it was implying,
it was sadder than her,
madder than her,

for crying tears
are rarely more than water.
So when it cried
the tears were
 what no one else taught her.

She knelt on grass
and it bent, blackened.
As if grass could ever
blacken with a touch...

you think to yourself,
but blacken it did,
as if somehow
it wanted to say
so much...

She sighed a sigh
a sigh so potent,
it could have blown
the stone
away,
beleaguering her wish to stay.

But we know sighs
are rarely more than air,
ephemeral, unfair.
But this one lingered,
like heavy,
opulent perfume

and it decided
to consume
her and her crying tears,
lilting her to her doom, through slow, soft years...

© 2012 .:Arianna:.


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so great to see you posting again my wonderful friend.. youve been missed dearly.. love this as all the rest..

forever my favorite

:)

Posted 12 Years Ago



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Added on August 18, 2012
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.:Arianna:.
.:Arianna:.

Amsterdam, Netherlands



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Welcome to my page and thank you for stopping by. I am Arianna, half Dutch, half Greek, half explorer, half philosopher. I was born in Amsterdam but at the age of one I moved with my parents to Greece.. more..

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