Teardrop
that
beauty
sits inside the
tears - sweat, sliding
down your skin - slowly
dripping down to fall where
memories lie awaiting - the smallest
ripple on a pond - a wave so subtly
starting - the faintest tingle whimpering
for its life’s exasperation - wants some simple
recognition, a tiny touch of reckoning - shed that
drop that comes to cause the wave’s unbridled
movement - be the pin’s undying call in a room
plush packed in silence - that saline drip on weathered
floors that saw this life worth making - gives this
road a worthy end, or bend since path’s are
wending - ride the bead that singing tells, the
ticking, tocking resilience - the glistening
few that beating drum - through shine,
with light, the spectrum.
- BRD