Salt Tears

There’s more to words than rhyme,

more to life than time,

more to love than a paper heart,

more to pain than a doctor’s chart.

Memories like a haunted house

or the bitter smell of ashes doused,

and quiet ghosts, silver shadows,

drift in smoke against shattered windows

In the place where once lived love,

now traced in dust with soft white gloves,

the story of one, of two, then none

leave cold salt tears to linger on.

About grannysu

storyteller, writer, poet, gardener, countrywoman
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2 Responses to Salt Tears

  1. Libby says:

    Very moving poem.

  2. grannysu says:

    Thank you, Libby. It was inspired by two things: an old falling-down house that made me wonder about who had lived there and why they left; the second was some songs I heard the other day with some beatiful lyrics.

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