I Think of Her Tears

Cherry

By JoseHdz

Tue, 24 Aug 2010
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4 comments
 

Louder than the not too distant police sirens,
The neighbor can be heard:
Drunk,
Again;
Yelling at his wife,
Again,
About--
The sirens' sudden approach
Drowns
The argument's sharp,
Bitter flame/
Fragments/
The already broken situation--
For strength,
I think of her tears
As they drip into a
Sink full of dirty dishes...
For true strength,
I think of my sister's tears.

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Comments

Submitted by Cavalcader on
new JoseHdz Really liked this poem For strength, I think of her tears As they drip into Sinkful of dirty dsishes.. For true strength, I think of my sister's tears. beautiful. julie x

Submitted by leejmavin on
actually I like this! I like short lined poetry, nice work

Submitted by Insertponceyfre... on
I like this too

 

Submitted by JoseHdz on
thank you. i actually wrote this poem about five minutes after something like this occured. took about five minutes, too. :)