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Click hereThere is a time
when even tears tire
of dribbling down
hot red cheeks
They take their stance
determined to dry up
no matter how lips shudder
or chins quiver
There is a time
they say
”aw go on now”
and call upon the mouth
Whispers take up their place
in quiet expression
of recited bible verses;
something about seasons
"Change is good"
someone bellowed to me
sweaty hands clutched to pulpit
face reddening
I think it was tears
I saw in his eyes
so now I’m wondering about seasons
and how long till they’re dry
There's a lot of feeling bottled up in this poem, between tears and acceptance and rejection and wanting to move on.
is the strength of this poem. I'm not sure any of the rest of it is needed. I think it works well as a poem on its own.