glistening, wet jewels
well in the camber of hazel eyes
like droplets
brimming on the tip
of a dewy green-brown leaf
resting but a moment
holding tight a promise
yet threatening to tumble
as the maelstrom
erupts
in eerie quietness
mutely twisting
whirling
spiraling downwards
then
without a whisper
and in the hush of aloneness
a shining bubble
spills
and bursts
© Kate Little
August 2011
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Comments
But you do make the tear so beautiful.
HUGGGGGGGGGGGG
Yes! I can breathe now too! ... With absolute delight and gratitude for your thoughtful and considered words, JR.
This is such a delicate metaphor for the swelling of tears in eye lids to the rolling of dew drops from leaf tips.
It's poetry in motion, pearls in formation.
♥R
If you haven't yet read his post, One of Those Videos, ... please do.
http://open.salon.com/blog/martyshusband/2011/08/09/one_of_those_videos