Is that an Incoming I hear?
So goes the tagline of the irresistible blog Incoming Bytes, created by my irresistible friend Raymond.
When Raymond asked to contribute another poem to Poetic Parfait, I embraced the opportunity. If you missed his last contribution, head over to my post Her Tears and Soul on Wings.
Today Raymond takes us outside of the box. He takes us to a world of tragic love.
I want to bow. I want to sing at the top of my lungs, but I don’t want you to have to listen to my scratchy voice. That wouldn’t be polite, now would it?
Enter keyboard.
Enter christyb, my on-line persona. My gal-pal, my right-hand lady. Well actually she’s both hands. She is me. This is my tenth post so you are getting to know her/I mean me/I mean us.
Enter the awards.
This week, christyb and Poetic Parfait gratefully accept two blogging awards. What a week!
This is christyb I’m smiling.
Tears. A soul on wings.
Um, excuse me. What exactly are you talking about here?
There is a link. Yes, I can prove it. And yes, I am obscure.
Both are lines within the poem Silver Drops, written by Raymond Alexander Kukkee of the blog Incoming Bytes. Thank-you Raymond for lending your poem to me for my analysis.
Silver Drops
She stands, motionless, laughing inside at her own sadness,
Entrancing darkness glowing from her eyes,
For the possibility of ever nothing
Comes upon her with breathless lips
Rending her endearing cry silent
Tears of melted silver, droplets of unrequited love
Carry her voice and very pledge of love to sky
Lift her soul on wings to heavens beyond,
For all to see and wonder,
Sorrowful laughter borne on the winds
Far to Eternity
© 2002 Raymond Alexander Kukkee
The images are rich with descriptors such as “tears of melted silver.” I picture her tears falling into her cup of chamomile tea, tears becoming immersed and milky in the tea. One drop at a time. Slowly.
