Sunday, November 26, 2017

Poetry & Tears at 3 in the morning

Sometimes at 3 in the morning I wake up and start reading. That happened last night (this morning) and I started reading poetry and articles from the Poetry initiative on the "On Being" site. I posted links on Facebook and below.

Some of the reading I did made me cry. I wrote this about that.
I've always been a cryer.

Tears hang out right here
in the bags of my eyes.
When emotion comes,
tears jump out of the pool. 
Here they are, tears.
Here they come, tears.
Here again, tears.
Here with smiles, tears.
Here with heart, tears.
Then on the opposing page I tried to draw them. That didn’t go so well, as you can see. I decided the head has to be the fat part of the teardrop, so that would come out first and sit poised on the lid, then they had to go headfirst.

I wrote:
Sometimes I picture them, these chubby little tear-people. Climbing out from my bag pools, over the eds of my eyelids. Peeking their heads over. Pushing their arms on my bottom lid. Pausing a second. Then plunging head first down my face.
That is the silliness that happens in my mind at 3 in the morning.

Poetry links.

The Fish: A Story of Love and Letting Go

Perfection Will Do You In

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