November 05, 2009 By: Pamela Wright Category: Poetry


Your hands held my tears today
A waterfall of salt stained
heart pressed soul wrung
Beginning from a distance
reeling fear in its blackest shadow
Unfolded sorrow unexpressed loathing
melted muted dreams
All tumble from eyes that viewed
horror as joy bareness as bounty thorns as caresses.
Your hands held my tears today
and when fingers could no longer contain them
They became pearls
dropping rolling tumbling
transformed to tiny moons of wisdom
hair-breadth strands of sunlight.

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