Poem - MAG Poetry Prize 2010
Teardrop
by
Hyde, UK
Bellied, like the seed
sack of a
snapdragon, protruding
forward,
into life. A short life
(though
a new birth,
nevertheless).
Edging into a black lash
jungle
tracking a pathway,
clogged
by those that went
before.
It shifts balance, and
tumbles.
Over the precipice,
downward,
descending. Gravity,
pulling this tear
into being, tracing my
face.
I feel prickling in its
haste.
Stinging yet sweet, it's
a honey bee.
Such a small existence,
but oh,
so meaningful. Carrying
the weight
of pain, it spills into
the night.
Bulging capsule of
cortisol,
embodiment of emotional
residue.
A healing presence, in a
trickle.
Expelling what needs to
be freed.
Quickly, shape abandoned,
it dries.
And dies. Brief life
extinguished, leaving
only a salt trail memory.
A blinking moment
of knowledge; this tear
is the final one.
Added: 29.03.2010
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