Prompt Seven: Sorrows

Sorrows   The leaves come tumbling down. Leaves come tumbling down. Come tumbling down. Tumbling down.   Like my tears down my face. My tears down my face. Tears down my face. Down my face. My face.   There are sorrows unknown. Are sorrows unknown….

I Hear You (Hour 12)

I HEAR YOU Don’t speak, precious one. I hear your cry a thousand miles away, the silent tears strangling your throat, burning your eyes. Come, young or old, and lay your head in my arms. My lips against your cheek, as I have so often…

SEVENTEEN

The origin of tears Because we began as rivers stretched supine along the slow-carve trace of sea-flow — because we stared up into the chronology of light and into the faces of saurian beasts who saw in our liquid musings only themselves — because the…

Beyond Tears

She never knew a mother. She heard of love… From some customers… In the heat of their passion. She felt none. Then he came to her. He only spoke with her. He wanted to save her. He tried, she was changing… Her freedom was in…

Hour One

Eden’s Labor   Glaring at the rusty clock, measuring minutes between her contractions with such a fragile hand she wrote them. Her pain would be no more.   Groping into the dark of night, beginning the thirtieth hour. no warrior could fathom such a strength…

My Tears

My Tears Virginia Carraway Stark Pitter patter rain drops Falling this morning With my tears As I hear that you have Left this plane You were always full of love And you A sweet light The mother of my mother You were beautiful Pitter patter…