Soundrops

Soundrops

Two pillars of salt
suck the water
from my tears
precipitating
all I hear
into raindrops
of singing
and pain

The world but silent
in soft hand
under a canopy
reconciling 
a naked me
without failure
and guilt
of blame

My veins are drained
of those dreams
Eyelids ripped
excruciatingly
a world dipped
beneath gold
from stars
on fire

behold I'm but a child
sewn with grass
on a hill
fabricating
torn by will
floating down
a breeze
or whisper

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hooh,.. This piece of yours has a lot of emotions that's with it, feelings that you want your readers to feel -- like pain, sadness, being carefree, going through hard times and innocence and that's what i felt while reading it,..
=)

Wow, very, very beautiful and provocative. Every stanza offered something new and it was just a joy to read, evoking so many emotions.

"My veins are drained
of those dreams..."

What a beautiful description. I just loved this poem. I hope to see more of your work :)

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Raelyn723
Review

I liked this. You did your descriptions very well. I especially liked " a world dipped beneath gold from stars on fire" that was just perfect! The flow seems a little choppy, but in a way that works for the poem. I also think that the line that begins with "the world but silent" is a little hard to understand. Mostly because of that first line. Maybe even just putting a comma between world and but would help the flow. I think this is amazing and has a lot of great potential :D keep writing!!

-Raelyn



For in everything it is no easy task to find the middle ... anyone can get angry—that is easy—or give or spend money; but to do this to the right person, to the right extent, at the right time, with the right motive, and in the right way, that is not for everyone, nor is it easy; wherefore goodness is both rare and laudable and noble.
— Aristotle