Teardrops –
farewell to grief.
Irony is sorrow,
embedded in frozen trickles,
always.
Author: Anita Lubesh
I write poetry/prose/stories/short stories/verses for children/sketch/and have 6 chapters of a novel sitting there like that half eaten trifle in the fridge or bottle of Jack Daniels because something makes you afraid to eat it or drink... right now.. I am a proud Geordie from England's northern hemisphere and the beautiful city of Newcastle upon Tyne. I live with my lovely husband who came all the way from sunny California just for me, and my favourite animal, Bobble, our dog. I am a member of Greenpeace and Friends of the Earth and wish we could all do more, especially today, when such a lot is wrong. View all posts by Anita Lubesh
As it Comes 
That image combined with the poem immediately called to mind the many times my tears felt frozen to my face, as it they would never thaw.
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Certainly the symbolism isn’t far from reality in a lot of cases. I hope the thaws are more frequent today.
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There have been happier tears, yes. Sunshine tears that thawed out the other ones! 🙂
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Good.
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Oh lovely images in both words and picture
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Thank you very much, Elaine.
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