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By The River Bank

As I sit by the river bank of pain I put all my sorrows in the bags under my eyes I’ll unpack when I get home ©Vivian Zems  Real Toads 

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So Much….

I've had my Dad on my mind lately. He was always there for a kind word and ...everything else. God rest his soul. There is so much pain when a person dies from the top of your head to the... Continue Reading →

Facewash

If she had dared consider her plight she would’ve given in to anguish at the dashing of her dreams   her voice would thicken with emotion if she’d dared to speak and her fears would’ve destroyed her   Time had... Continue Reading →

Crossing the Threshold

June 15th marked the end of exam season in the UK. Thousands of students, my son included, sat their school- leaving exams (GCSE’s). In our household, it was also a landmark because the baby of the house had crossed this... Continue Reading →

Stemming the Tide

Rain beats at my window trying to get in I won't let the drops touch my skin Their desire - to beat me into blind submission -to mix with my tears making a sad precipitation So nothing...but nothing will make... Continue Reading →

The Power of Tears

Resting stoically on a hill are two boulders that once were known as one Shorn by the constant dripping of the sky's tears and dry throat of the earth Opening up over time as stony hearts tend to -after years... Continue Reading →

The Howl

Ocean me your tears lament me your cares (now.....with head thrown back) howl at the static moon (and then) poem me your fears ©Vivian Zems Real Toads- A Final in Verbs- Nouns, as verbs  in a poem. Day 30  

Tears of War

Tears masked by falling rain flow unabated down faces subjected to war and pain Broken spirits pick up pieces of broken souls in falling rain Warring nations battle for power not minding bodies left in lanes Sighs of woe fill... Continue Reading →

Keeping Vigil

I see she's been crying by her wet puffy eyes I see she's been aging troubles march across her face Her dress- once flowery is charred with terror Her back-once straight sags under worry-weight I sit with London I share... Continue Reading →

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