‧❣‧‧ A tear’s tale ‧‧❣‧


December 14 by The Running Son




‧❣‧‧ A tears tale ‧‧❣‧

One tear, within it’s sphere, can capture and display
all energy around. But drops, fearing the fall, no doubt

send sound-rings out depth-charging; measuring
water-tables, tracing identity pathways to webbed interiors,

infusing logic-trees to calculate moisture probabilities,
engaging passing tears, inquiring about separation

anxiety in color families, about alpha vibrations metastasizing,
and the chain-reaction that was left, concentric and hungry,

in the kinetic wake of our postnatal slap; one scream,
and impact waves reacted with speed, undoctoring

original stillness! A black tap-root business, that.
I still burden rainfall scenes and mists; those memory clouds

seeking forgetfulness via immersion, draining out to space
and deoxygenating before retiring, earth-snug

and safe beneath an unbroken mirrored membrane surface.
In the old waters, light-bending spirits tear up

with union-bright ease and dignity, expanding with moisture,
molecular-wet at each reunion; puddling together

yet somehow free-streaming, reflecting everything,
the universe globed—beaming!

Finally, this whole prism is covenanted.
In spectrum and together.

Lagging prodigal colors have now crested the final rise.
Off the chin’s tip, a tear, pooling, drips;

into found silence.

by Jim Aldrich (:


©2013 JimAldrich

All Poetry by RunningSon, aka Jim Aldrich

.namaste.   -• ö.tH(ink)Mÿstiç •-   .namaste.


One thought on “‧❣‧‧ A tear’s tale ‧‧❣‧

  1. Carrie says:

    It’s been awhile since I’ve visited, but love your poetry as always!

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