How is it that
something so small
can make us feel
so
utterly
miserable?
A teardrop is clear,
small, pearl-like and
unclouded.
Yet it’s relentless
and leaves me breathless.
Why do you torment me so?
Your beauty is undeniable,
as is your power.
And so it is
that you march your way
down my forlorn face.
What will alleviate the pain
this time?
Who will soothe my aching heart
this time?
I will placidly wait.
Is it really the teardrop that makes us sad, or is the teardrop evidence of something that makes us sad? And what about those teardrops that start out of one's eyes when one is happy, at the end of a sentimental movie, looking proudly at one's children and so forth? Ultimately, the issue is: what makes us sad? And how do we deal with the inevitable sadness that life brings? "Teardrop" is a Massive attack song isn't it? I say that, as one of the sentences in Janette Turner Hospital's novel Orpheus Lost is something like "For sadness we have music".
ReplyDeleteI wrote this while feeling nostalgic and missing home, as a matter of fact, so in this case the teardrop was merely the evidence of how sad I was feeling. But if you see someone you care for crying, don't you also feel sad? What made you sad then, the other person's tears?
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Missing home is a sad thing indeed. When I see someone I care for crying, it depends who the person is and what the cause is as to the effect on me. One mostly feels impotent and useless and then we are feeling glum for our own uselessness instead of the other person's problem.
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