Almost A Bride

Written for:  The Sunday Muse #225

Surreal Photo, manipulations by Justin Peters
This waterfall
is a flowing flood
of my tears.
I float in it,
or it floats
in me.  If
my eyes should
ever dry again,
this waterfall
will disappear.

About purplepeninportland

I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York. My goal is to create and share poetry with others who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve in you, and feel your sparks as well.
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10 Responses to Almost A Bride

  1. Sadje says:

    Beautiful poem


  2. msjadeli says:

    It’s a place one hopes not to dwell in for too long. Poignant take on the image, Sara.


  3. Susie Clevenger says:

    I have felt like this poem lately.


  4. Carrie V. H. says:

    “A flowing flood of my tears”…a lovely take on this image Sara! I am so late getting here, I apologize.


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