Who Counts a Woman's Tears

The abscission of voice comes,
storm from the veins of clouds,
cut that bleeds a profusion of thoughts.
She trails a finger through confusion,
seeks coagulation, anything that solidifies.

"Free but lonely" --- an epitaph signed
by empty arms from lip to heart,
extended to a faithless world.
Something more than silence ---
tears for a haptic prayer.






Poetry by Brian Oarr
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Written on 2009-02-25 at 00:21

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Christin Brennan
bittersweet. i wanted more, but i have to admit you closed this poem enough to hang without being hung. a few comments:
first line: "The abscission of voice comes,"> calm yet executed. the way the sharp, mysterious cutting off that 'comes' to linger before it approaches the place where you stand is a beautiful whisper for such an ache most would scream out loud.
the rest of the poem fell in place with grace.

christin
2009-08-22


melanie sue
whaaaa whaa wha....how sad.
(could be this women is.....offensive?)
oh, how sad.
Would you please allow me to call the censorship police?
For I am very offended.
2009-08-16


Purple Phoenix
Sometimes a poem touches you in a way that is difficult to express with words, especially when the write is executed with such eloquence... loved this.
2009-02-26



Strong imagery, and as beautifully written as one could expect from you!
2009-02-26


Elle The PoetBay support member heart!
Very beautiful and soulful - Someone once said to me that a woman's eyes are always the most beautiful after they have cried! Call me a romantic but it touched

Elle x
2009-02-25


CC
This is beautiful. Good rhythm and although the poem feels "uneven" in its choice of words it's theme is breathtaking
2009-02-25


TonyD
I like this a lot: it's the kind of poem that begs to be read and re-read so that every last drop of goodness can be absorbed. Good stuff!
2009-02-25



very commanding....command of language...a poem i can't find fault with 'cause I don't know enough about it. i can't see you in it. i don't like people. so i like your poem, whereas i don't like mine...'cause i'm in 'em too much.....'abscission', 'veins', 'bleeds', 'coagulation'- bloody bloody visceral yes....i love it. good good words. thanks.
2009-02-25