Watch the Tear
My poetry!
Well I've overcome my insecurities (mostly) and my worries (just about). So here you go. A descriptive/slam poem of the path of my tears down my face. And then some. Please feel free to comment and critique! Working on getting better pictures up to represent the poem soon.
And! Maybe if I get enough encouragement (hint, hint), I'll do a reading of this poem. You'll then hear what a slam poem is supposed to sound like. =)
Watch the Tear: A poem
a tear drips near
the edge of my ear
and a grin spreads
down to my chin.
with pores galore,
the dirt and grit
that clog my face
get into it.
my iris lies
about its cries
and reflects the flecks
of happiness.
hair follicles frizz,
a grease monkey sits
on the brow of my now
blushed skin.
What is this?
my breath--it skips.
My cracked lips
peal and chip.
blink; try to sigh,
a full breath this time.
don't let the skip trip
the breath this time.
don't see the plea;
suppress its needs.
suppress its needs.
stop the watch that's got
the guts of three of me.
it chimes, one time.
the breath, it stut-tut-tutters.
the tears blink free of flutter-
ing lashes
and gashes of mud and crud
in the pores still clog.
the iris crying lies?
it fades and dies.
because the happy is full of shit.
Please vote! =)
How often do YOU cry?
© 2011 Jennifer Kessner