Almost A Bride

Posted on August 30, 2022 by purplepeninportland 
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.

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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:
    August 30, 2022 at 6:52 am

    Beautiful poem

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  2. msjadeli says:
    August 31, 2022 at 11:33 pm

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

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  3. Susie Clevenger says:
    September 1, 2022 at 3:44 pm

    I have felt like this poem lately.

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  4. Carrie V. H. says:
    September 2, 2022 at 2:56 pm

    “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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