This little drop of rain
hits my reddened cheek,
sliding like ice cream
off a warmed up stick.
Sweetest of Summer splashes
yet salty like my tears.
A Little Drop of Rain
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Helium Balloons do Land Eventually
I fly
swollen with tears,
like a helium latex balloon,
stretched and filled with air….
I had a large green one, once
when I was seven.
They were new…. nothing
like it had ever been seen in
our little, sober village
where neighbours gossiped
and stabbed each other in
the back with words.
I just wanted the helium balloon
to carry me away…..
way up, way out, way beyond….
where I didn’t have to be
squeezed in my heart, in my soul.
Now, I realise my balloon did come.
Music carried me away…
way up, way out, way beyond anything
I ever knew there in the little village
with their little tiny thoughts and heavy lives.
As swollen rivers burst their banks
so too do swollen, red-rubbed eyes ….
then water flows and the pressure drops.
Helium balloons do land, eventually.
Tear
Tear
A single tear has gathered
on the boundary edge.
A tear is full of adrenalin,
enough, they say,
to kill a rat……
If it falls now,
perhaps releasing will give her Life.
“Single Tear” by Uberdahdeh
Weeping Silver
Weeping Silver
Today I saw with my own eyes,
absurd, nauseating disgrace of the lopping
of splendidly healthy branches.
So tall, such magnificence of this Silver Birch
at 68 along the street, weeping pools of rising sap.
It is weeping I tell you
and cannot be stopped…
Can we be stopped, we who create carnage?
I weep for Birch and Beasts
and the Waking Up of us all.
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