Gold Teardrop by Anne Marie Zilberman
When the pink and gold specks of dawn illuminated the small room, she was ready to let go. To stop clinging to what can be. To cease dragging her feet for another uncomfortable night at the hospital couch. To will her eyes to sleep and hanker for dreams that would not come. She was so tired from worry and exhaustion of searching for the cure to ease his pain. The battle is now coming to a close. After a long night, his eyes had become tranquil, as if he had found his haven.
Closing her eyes, a teardrop falls. The chorus of spring is melancholy. Two, three, now a cluster of rain. Four, five, she is drowning in the perfume of sorrow.
low river tide
a lone seagull glides above -
white bleeds from my eyes
white bleeds from my eyes
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nice...great title...the perfume of sorrow as well...
ReplyDeleteinteresting contrast in the mood of spring as well which is typically
renewal and refreshing, but for her rain...so hard as well hoping for that
cure only to be thwarted...again and again...
vivid short poem as well.
i'm glad she managed to let go... it's so tough when you want to hold and heal someone... loved the pic as well grace
ReplyDeleteIt just tugs at heart, very emotive and soulful piece.
ReplyDeleteI love how you have created exactly the right balance between the haiku and the prose. I think the form lends itself perfectly to melancholy - still there is some solace to let go. To go ahead, and sometimes just sleep.
ReplyDeleteWeariness can be overpowering sometimes, but it is good and such a relief when tranquility eventually comes.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful!
ReplyDeletelovely way of expressing the emotions here
ReplyDeleteGrace, a very elegant poem. >KB
ReplyDeleteTough indeed when everything you do doesn't come true, have to let go and heal yourself at some point
ReplyDeleteAn amazing response to the prompt, perfect poetic pitch--yes melancholy but still hopeful, that positive spirit will always find, as does life, a way to express itself. This is now one of my favorites of your poems; so much to point to, to savor; read it four times; weeped, smiled, caught me breath.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful lines, Grace! You have expressed her pain in a very moving way.
ReplyDeleteI remember that feeling of being ready to let go. Mine tastes of the scent of flowers, ripples with butterflies and is tinted with soft sigh of an evening laying itself across my shoulders. Pain has so many textures. This is so moving, so very moving.
ReplyDeleteIngenious I think, Grace; you tied the words together so tightly and revealed so much of how something like that happens..perfume of sorrows ..so sweet
ReplyDeleteIt is so hard to let go and allow to let go - a beautiful moving write.
ReplyDeleteAnna :o]
"white bleeds from my eyes" ... Nice.
ReplyDeletePowerful and mystical haibun there
ReplyDeletestrong and powerful, indeed
ReplyDeleteSad and freeing at the same time. So hard to let go. I love the chords, and the beautiful picture. Gorgeous~
ReplyDeleteThis is beautiful and so sad. The pace of this piece is perfect.
ReplyDeleteshe is drowning in the perfume of sorrow. wow
ReplyDeletebeautiful haiku
Being tired makes one lethargic. At least she managed to let go but sorrowful situation though! Great write Grace!
ReplyDeleteHank
Sad. The emotion is strong. Drowning in the perfume of sorrow is an incredible phrase - as if it's both good and bad which, of course, is what sorrow is.. thought provoking and nicely written..
ReplyDeleteThe tears, to the haiku about river tide...brilliant use of the form!
ReplyDeleteSo atmospheric and so evocative of loss and alone-ness, Grace. Touching write.
ReplyDelete"The perfume of sorrow" is perfect. Well done Grace.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful. Words and picture:)
ReplyDeleteThis must be one of the hardest things for any person to do - to let go of a loved one who is suffering and ill like this. We know that their suffering will ease once they're gone, but it certainly doesn't make it any easier. Beautifully done Grace.
ReplyDeletevery sad, grieving over a loved one!
ReplyDeleteThis is beautifully tragic. I love it.
ReplyDeletevery moving ..to loose the one we love..
ReplyDeleteVery beautiful in every respect. May your witing continue to bring you solace!
ReplyDelete(Though perhaps I should not assume this is autobiographical!)
DeleteThis was phenomenal. Wow.
ReplyDeleteI loved that 'perfume of sorrow' Grace excellent haibun. Well done.
ReplyDeleteBeautifully evocative. Excellent haibun.
ReplyDeleteYou deftly but poetically caught the tiredness and the sorrow. Wonderful.
ReplyDeletejanet
Tenderly wrought...this transitional time carries so many facets of emotion and you've gathered this in so well...artistically, too...I love the vision you bring with the haiku portion...free bird gliding in the sky. Excellent, Grace!
ReplyDeleteBeautiful, sad, and quite moving. The slow resignation and transition to mourning (at the dawn of morning, even) is singularly palpable. You describe this moment extremely well.
ReplyDeleteVery touching....beautifully written.... Smiles...good to read you....
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