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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 →

The Flute

the wail of mourning a bamboo flute sheds tears for snow-covered bones ©Vivian Zems Carpe Diem Haiku Kai #1357 The Flute The story goes on......    

Falling Tears

This is the background to this haiku: Basho and Tando were close friends and he (Basho) was very sad, as you can read in the haiku, very sad when he heard that Tando had passed away. He weeps, while falling... Continue Reading →

Teardrops & Teacups

Closing doors lead to teardrops in teacups but as seasons change and new locks arranged doors swing wide open  revealing new hope but with a difference all the same ©Vivian Zems Real Toads- Weekend mini challenge November Writing Prompt- Teardrops... Continue Reading →

Like a River

Bjorn hosts at dVerse today, asking us to write about water in one of its many forms. At the risk of sounding like a Debbie downer, I've chosen the subject of tears. Haibun Monday I've recently had reason to cry tears of... Continue Reading →

The Gift

The day was fast approaching and I wasn't sure how to deal with it. Mark, my eight year-old would be celebrating his ninth birthday tomorrow. He'd asked me repeatedly if mummy would call. I'd smile wanly and change the subject.... Continue Reading →

My Melody

(#Tanka) When I wind her up I feel my tears in shadow She breaks into song Melodious and haunting Her singing, a gift to me Copyright- 2017 Vivian Zems Colleen's Weekly Poetry Challenge #51-Gift/Song  

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