I can cry with happiness or from pain. My tears can evoke sympathy from you or pity. They spring from my emotions, provoking emotions in you.
How can I use them? Seems a shame to waste such a thing; to let them fall needlessly upon the earth. Will they nourish the soil? Will they feed the flowers? Perhaps I could bottle them. Sell them as an elixir. A potion to cure the sick. Or a youth serum. I can see myself as a street corner merchant. Promising the moon with my little vials of prized tonic.
When I’m alone and no one can see, they can still fall. What good is that? How can I use them?
I use my tears
to water the
flowers
that bloom
along the shadowed
pathway
of my heart.
They fall
and light my way.
Copyright © 2019 Penny Wilson
*No worries, my friends. Just playing with words here.
Lovely! ❤
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Thank you!
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This is fantastic! A great poem! ❤ you are talented!
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Thank you so much!!
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Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
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Thank you, Chuck!
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How honest!
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Thank you for the visit and for commenting. 🙂
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Loved your poem,Penny. Thank you. x
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Thank you, and thank you for the visit!
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Reblogged this on anita dawes and jaye marie.
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Thank you so much for sharing! 🙂
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When I was a child, they told me that all our tears went into the sea. Well, it is salty…
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Makes sense to me. 🙂 Thanks for the visit!
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A beautiful haibun, Penny.
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I’m not sure what a haibun is, but thank you, Robbie!! ❤
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Well said…. Very thoughtful and true.
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Thank you!
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❤️
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Thank you!!
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