Dry heart. No tears for this emotionless drought.
Seered organ of life emptied of blood and health.
Land's parched heart cracks and leaf struggles in
vein/vain/vane
Dust motes settle on tears, dragged from dry eyes
suffering from the effort of breaking this emotional drought.
Just enough. . . . rein/rain/reign
to allow the breaking dam on the life blood of scorched earth.
Drought breaks. Heart weeps. Flood arrives.
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nice one
Yes, it is curious that during a drought there are no tears left to shed but when the rains come you too can weep with joy.
Great poem. Yes a flood will often break the drought and clears the dust.
This was an entirely different take on drought. I believe tears are a gift from God. They clear the eyes of toxins; if you have a good "full moon cry," as I call it, your entire gut gets a good workout. In ancient days, the Biblical 'heart' was actually translated as 'gut.'
This poem is sad but oh, so beautiful. Thank you! Peace, Amy
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Wow, that's a moving poem. Drought is such a funny metaphor to work with because sometimes it can be a good thing as well as a bad thing. Sometimes we need to be without to enjoy the times of flood.
Best wishes,
Tash from VintagePretty.org
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Sometimes perhaps emotional drought is self preservation..very thoughtful write..jae
Beautiful words to describe devastation.
Heart breaking...
dregs
sometimes being numb is a gift.....
Beautiful Annie...
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