The Rhythm of Falling Tears

March 9, 2009
By hillary811 GOLD, Bozeman, Montana
hillary811 GOLD, Bozeman, Montana
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The Rhythm of Falling Tears

Sitting on her back deck, ten o'clock glow
The warm breeze floating through the screen door
Like memories through a mind
On fast forward.
Norah Jones softly wafts through the empty neighborhood
The systematic ticking of a nearby sprinkler the only other sound.
So many thoughts she can't breathe
can't think,
can't feel,
can't live.
Her pen slips through her loose fingertips,
Falling to the wooden planks beneath her muddy toes,
Landing with the beat of her heart, the blink of her eyelashes,
The slightest flick of a tongue over her rosy lips,
And the rhythm of falling tears.


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on Apr. 23 2009 at 9:46 pm
ultrabookworm BRONZE, Equestria, Kentucky
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Five words: you are a great writer!

on Mar. 24 2009 at 1:19 am
SmileyRiley PLATINUM, Tremont, Illinois
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Favorite Quote:
"You can be a victor without having victims and you can stand tall without standing on someone"

this poem was wonderful!




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