Don't cleanse your eyes yet, love

by Poet on the Piano   Jan 27, 2013


Your eyelids are the color of winter
morns where aghast clouds blush the faintest
hint of pink,
and tears cascade down as your
heart feels the sobs tearing their way in.

The sky is not yet used to letting
go of the past....

But you are barely moving an inch, child.
You are alive, and there is no need
to hold your breath quite so still.

Mascara does not stay upon your
eyelashes and with a quick swipe
of your hand, the black falls,
spreads.

Ivory skin is darkened,
battle cries marking their loss.

Don't wash your hands so soon
or take away the ashes from your face,
for these tears are growth-
they show the life in you and how
willing you are to express love
that never dies.

-
Written 1/26/13 at 11:23 pm.

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  • 11 years ago

    by Chelsey

    Maryanne, I just love your writing and I know I say that every time I comment but seriously, it is so amazing...

    This is such a beautiful write for whomever its for...Letting go of someone is hard to do, and its even harder to watch a family member or a friend go through it because as they are crying, seemingly giving up, we are powerless to stop their heart ache.....

    But these words are so encouraging and shows how big your heart is.

    Such beauty in this piece!

  • 11 years ago

    by CathyButterflyJC

    Beautiful, really liked reading it, wonderful poem, had a lot to offer, great work

  • 11 years ago

    by Natasha

    "But you are barely moving an inch, child.
    You are alive, and there is no need
    to hold your breath quite so still."

    This part is....BEAUTIFUL! I love this! I love how you written doen the details, the facts, and yes, the imagination! All in well is beautiful. Nice work!

  • 11 years ago

    by Tara Kay

    Your eyelids are the color of winter morns where aghast clouds blush the faintest hint of pink, and tears cascade down as your heart feels the sobs tearing their way in.

    ^^Wow Maryanne I love the imagery here. It's beautifully penned and with a hint of sadness...
    Winter mornings can be the bearer of all sadness.

    The sky is not yet used to letting go of the past....

    ^^OH MY. This is a jaw dropping line. It's so powerful. Because the sky is always different but it repeats past images and the way its used here is just really creative.

    But you are barely moving an inch, child. You are alive, and there is no need to hold your breath quite so still.

    ^^I love this part. It's inspiring yet beautifully sad.

    Mascara does not stay upon your eyelashes and with a quick swipe of your hand, the black falls, spreads.

    ^^Mascara is the most used imagery when talking about tears but wow! The way you did was amazing.

    Ivory skin is darkened, battle cries marking their loss.

    Don't wash your hands so soon or take away the ashes from your face, for these tears are growth-they show the life in you and how willing you are to express love that never dies.

    ^^you ended this so strongly, and it was beautiful and inspiring.

    This piece just blew me away...it was so captivating and the lines were just amazing.

    Love it.
    Xxx