Poetry list
lachrimae
cried or suppressed
tears are the water
that laves our loves
that loves our lives
in the longing from
long away from the
arid desert of self–
contained and isolated
self
they bridge miles
thoughts and even the
immeasurable chasm of
death their
drops
are the lubricant of
loving in a world of
controlling calculation
and righteous
reason drowning us
in passion to surface
more alive and sensitive
more touched and raw
unprotected by the
railings forged by
fear and certitude by
busyness and brain
howl and sob rock and
ache love is so real and
beautiful is never truly
lost but after the apogee
of joy the eruption of
ecstasy the tears run
freely for a love reaching
from the immediate to
afar so far the heart
only registers the presence
save for the memories that
scud haphazardly like
a wild and
windy sky let it
rain tears at the
grave and in the
noisy world for
they are the ever
bubbling fount of
feeling and fervour
that follows and
fetches the pain
and cry to hear its
music dying away
into the forever
taking us where
it can never fade
© Neil Thompson 2023