A Teardrop – Day 9.1 of April PAD

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                     teardrop
        drops down unconscious
sleeps and waits till the soul is soothed
Till the mind is calm and cooled down
Till the eyes are dry, the brow is clear
      Watery in touch and crystal
                 bitter in taste.

©2020, forestlove

This is a concrete poem prompted by NaPoWriMo.net. This type of poem is supposed to be shaped as its own main topic. So, if you write about love, you try to shape your content in the form of a heart. I’m sure it could be done much better than what you see above, but I don’t always write with the view of making fine pieces of art. I often do it for fun. Love. Smiles. More love.

Author: soul mary

Writer, poet and reader