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I cried a river over you
For years and years and years
Until all the tears had dried up
The river bed is parched ground now
Dying a slow death
Yet yearning for life
Yearning for tears
But my tears won’t come
You come
In my dreams you come
As lovely as a spring flower
Coloured with colours of hope
Inside though, a stubborn, cold heart
Within a wall of leaden silence
But my tears don’t come
The river bed is parched ground now.
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Copyright © 2016 Irina Dimitric
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Kookaburra sweet,
you neither chirp nor tweet.
Your laughter is much like mine,
my cackle is much like thine.
We are two sister souls,
one clad in feathers,
the other in clothes.
~ Irina ~
I’m a budding blogger. Poetry and photography are my newest passions, living in perfect harmony inspiring each other. I like both free verse and form poetry and am quite proud to let you know that I am the creator of a new form named ‘tercetonine’.
Blog Name: Irina's Poetry Corner
Blog URL: http://irinadim.com
What a sad and moving poem, Irina.
By putting my emotions on paper, I release them and with time feel better. Thanks for appreciating my poetry, Marion.
So nicely penned, dear Irina… I liked to think that the river would always carry those tears… so the sorrow and sadness were not in vain, somehow as they aimed to create something beautiful.
Sending hugs !… Enjoy your weekend ahead, Aquileana
Thanks for your lovely comment, Aquileana. Tears have not been in vain… they have been cathartic up to a point… the remnants of pain are still there, but I have to learn to live with it. Have a wonderful week! Hugs 🙂 irina
A lovely poem, Irina, full of emotion. The river of tears is so meaningful and the repeat of the river now being dried up, or parched, even more so. Memories don’t dry up so easily. 😃
Thank you, Millie, for your thoughts on this poem and I’m glad you like it. You are right about memories, they can never be erased. Some are happy and some are sad, but those very sad ones, as time passes by, luckily, don’t bring a flood of tears any more. Time is a great healer. 🙂
I hope there is no reason to cry any longer, but sad poems have a beautiful flare, that probably comes from the depth of emotion.
Thank you, Inese, for taking time to read and comment. Sadly, there’s still a lot of reason to cry, but one gets used to the situation and gets on with life.
It’s true that sometimes we feel as though we are in a moment when crying ought to be natural but the tears do not come.. in time they will.. or perhaps it is that enough tears have come that you have worked past that part of the grieving stage… Regardless, it is a poem that is very heartfelt, Irina xx
Thank you, Christy, for reading and commenting. You have understood my poem very well. And thanks for sharing it on Facebook. Much appreciated. I feel truly honoured and humbled. Have a nice day! xxx
Life is so sad, isn’t it.
Sometimes it is, Daria. Thanks for empathising.