A
prism
of sadness
a piece of soul
falls from the windows
of the house where you live
trickling droplets of emotion
to hard to handle finally let go
relieving the strain of your pain
they fall from your eyes like rain
until you are totally drained
so you can rise up again
to play the game

g`day misty, loved it, letting go to live again, rising from the ashes, i loved the line ""a piece of soul falls from the windows "" so visual an image; i relate to this excellent verse,well done and keep flying greg..

drips well the prose from one who knows.

Very nice! A teardrop pictured. We call this sort of thing Augenmusik in German: eye music. I am always fascinated by this shapeshifting; I think I am too stupid to do it myself, although I might try it sometime secretly.

May your only tears be tears of joy, the tears which are clear and sweet and cool and never hot nor bitter, which follow and flow from the laughter of the immortals!

I send you my love, and hope you are well and happy. Please forgive me for not being here more. I have been writing though; I hope you like what I have posted hereabouts of late.

Respect and solidarity,

+Stevie

many thanks to all of you dear poets..
misty