Tears like raindrops

tears like raindrops
fill my face
memories of unspeakable
acts done to me

the pleasent times
are lost among the
thorns and prickers
that poke and scrape me

Tears fill my face
like raindrops
as they fall in
the here and now

a place I rarely
stayed, but now
it is safe enough
to wonder freely

Tears like raindrops
dried on my face
as I look out my
window and see today

M. Joseph

Michael,

Nice poem. I have always had a soft spot in my heart for poems that compare tears to rain. Here's a favorite of mine by Rosemary Gwaltney:

Tears in Rain

What is it about tears
In rain
Those gray shadows casting
Dampened spirits
Across a lamplit street
Forging fingerprints
On oil-slick puddles

What is it about rain
In tears
Stretching ghostly hands
Through a city park
From skeleton trees
Your voice echoing
In the wind

this was written during abuse by close friend

surprizes me what I can do even while being hurt

at least I know not to let things like that happen and that I can protect myself better now

tears
in the middle of the night
cleanses my soal

tears in the daytime
waters my face

tears with a friend
makes me sing my song

thanks for making me sing

The Dean
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Registered: July 15, 2002
Posts: 2080
Loc: Milwaukee, WI Michael, this poem about raindrops is such a beautiful piece of poetry. It seems to me that this is the first time I have heard you speak of staying in the present and feeling safe there.

The past is a huge burden to us. We have to acknowledge it. But it is really wonderful to realise that it is the past, and that today can be really a good day.

I sure hope that you are feeling some joy. AS you get back to teaching, I hope you still have time to have some fun, to enjoy today and enjoy that you are such an important part of your students lives. That always makes teachers feel joy.

Bob

Michael,

Bob's a keen observer and I miss his insights on the site. He's right about staying present, of course. We do have to go back and learn what we need to learn from the past, but there comes a time - when we see that it has nothing more to teach us - when we just have to get up and leave it behind.

Much love,
Larry

Bob and I knew eachother outside of MS I miss him too.

He comented on poem where it was origonally posted, so I copied it and pasted it here.

so many men have touched my heart here like devon james mark

to name a few