Teardrop

This poem was written by Lostandfounder and irishcatsmeow; each writing a line a day and passing the work in progress back and forth through email. L&F wrote the odd numbered lines and irish the even; neither knowing where the poem would go or when it would end. After a final edit by both and a title by L&F, we deemed the poem finished.

This is an interesting writing experience ...try it with a fellow poet. Sounds like an idea for a Poetry Challenge.

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Naked are her feet as she walks upon the grass;
thoughts drifting like wind blown snow
across the quiet plains of her lonely spirit.
Wandering into a moment of recognition, she gasps.
An echo of light, she sees herself, arms outstretched
reaching for the unknown, embracing the darkness.
A moment of clarity lost too soon. Like a dream upon awakening
the shadows are mirages meant to tease and tantalize.

Now, she steps onto a white sand beach, tired of the shadows' games
and tosses her sorrow into the ebb and flow of the rhythmic tide.
The waves that reflect back do not touch her, yet they wash over and through
creating within her the peace that has been so elusive.
Salt water cleanses her spirit and she sighs with a hand over her heart;
breathing deeply, saturating her essence with the strength and beauty of the sea.
Her soul expands, spilling out and filling the ocean. She and the water are one.
The sun smiles in accord, illuminating the waterfall below.