The bare eyes of old houses crack with sorrow,
Because the sun will rise again tomorrow.
Of all who pass by there is no dissenter,
No mood exists upon this street but winter.
A woman and a man walk by together,
Their shadows painted filigree on weather.
Gazing steadfastly upward beyond dying,
They memorize whatever birds are flying.
Birds fly but they never take our sorrow to the sky.Sun rise also a burden to a gloomy eye.What a sad poem Sandra.............I agree with Rajaram it's a portrait.
What wonderful imagery - the first line is so powerful. A vivid picture filled with emotion. Kind regards, Justine.
dear sandra, there seems to be something clashing here. why should the old houses crack with sorrow since the sun will rise again tomorrow. the rising sun is alaways synonymous with triumph and happiness. otherwise like this poem though.
A big (10) from me Sandra, this is truly a beautiful poem, the imagry once again as in previous poems is absolutely fantastic, you have an excellent creative ability. There are some that just need to open their minds and let the true essence of this poem flow in. I know they would love every bit of this truly beautiful poem. thankyou once again for the beauty that comes from within.-Melvina-
A woman and a man walk by together, Their shadows painted filigree on weather. Gazing steadfastly upward beyond dying, They memorize whatever birds are flying. Amazing picture!
i think tara said it all. thank you for being you and sharing.
I can almost see them. If the chuckle factor can be trusted a very wonderful poem. Bill Grace
Your title beckoned and I responded. Such a splendid opening line 'The bare eyes of old houses crack with sorrow'. You never fail to amaze, Sandra, with the originality of your metaphor. I guess it has something to do with the compassion that underpins all your work - not to mention your great literary skill. I can see your words. They sing to me. love, Allie xxxx
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Sandra~ I agree with Mary, I'm not sure why there's such a low score on this one! This is a beautiful poem. The title alone caught my eye, 'Bare Eyes Crack With Sorrow', I just love it! :) I'm anxious to read more! ! !