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.
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.
The salt of the tears serve a constant reminder of her unrequited love. She alone serves a constant reminder of her sadness. He does not appear at her side.
Silver Drops mixes sorrow and tears with laughter and soul. The laughter is a surprising ingredient within the poem. A dash of sugar, a cup of giggle.
Laughter takes on different qualities in different contexts. There are times when we laugh at ourselves. Or we choose not to laugh, horrified by the thought of doing so when we are sad.
Sometimes we laugh hysterically after a sad event, or smile awkwardly during a funeral. Emotions can rise in an instant, and they are not always considered ‘suitable’ for the occasion. Whether a formal affair or semi-casual, our emotions do not always fit the recommended wardrobe.
The reader’s heart aches for the woman in the poem. The silence that replaces her cry is heavy yet emptiness itself carries no weight.
Forward to the poem’s conclusion, as her soul rises up to the sky. We share a sky and many of us share the experience of longing for someone who does not feel the same emotions for us. We can identify.
This is christyb, I’m listening
Do you think this poem would have been different if told from the perspective of a man whose love is not returned? Would he have responded the same as the woman described in the poem?