Rain Mixes With My Tears #sorrow #loss #death #poetry #photography

Feel pain and sorrow … Weep!!!!

opening of the rift

Rain fell today in the form of tears

the sky knew their sorrow

mirroring our gray somber visage

 tears are etching their way

as worn rivulets

in our hearts



The storm will pass they say

 the rushing swollen river

pulls trees and roots into its foam

It will one day be a babbling brook

not today


There  will be memories

games and the songs of a child


not today!

Tomorrow they must face bravely

cherished routines must change


A plea to the skies~

“I must go on for their sake

but today


I’ll lay on a new mound of dirt

dig my fingers into the earth

and never let you go”

This poem is derived from an archived piece written for two friends who had lost their parents during the holidays. If sorrow and grief is ever more relevant, it it this week as children are buried.

Photography “Opening of the Rift” copyright  L. Moon 2012

Author: moondustwriter

Thank you for visiting Moondustwriter. In 2019, we started working with an E. African team developing elementary curriculum for African children. As a writer, it is a thrill to help children who want to learn. As a bio major and nurse, it is exciting to use my knowledge to encourage young minds to love science. I've been part of the blogging community for more than 10 years. Some old timers may remember the award winning (2011 Twitter Shorty ) blog community - One Stop Poetry. I was the co-producer of that fast growing blog community. I am a published writer, poet, artist and photographer. I have written, as well as edited, for periodicals, radio, blogs and fellow writers. There are many facets to this moon - thanks for stopping by.

3 thoughts on “Rain Mixes With My Tears #sorrow #loss #death #poetry #photography”

  1. When death comes old and ready, like the passing of aged parents or granparents, or even adults who have met with some untimely end, be it disease or accident, it can be handled.

    But this thing that we are all grappling with, this untimely, nonsensical thing…

    It gives the poem a deeper meaning.



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