Isabella Francis

Rookie (18 June 1996 / India)

Dewdropp On My Palm - Poem by Isabella Francis

One morning I opened my eyes and blinked them clear
From that very moment I felt your presence near.

I opened the door and went out in my garden
The soaked grass was as silky as words flowing out of a pen.

I gingerly touched my only cherry tree
And a dewdrop, like a blessing, fell on me.

As soothing as a hug and reviving as a kiss
As beautiful as early morning mist.

Like a newborn it was pure and innocent
In its one nights lifetime it had nothing to repent.

I was afraid to love it, cherish it
Afraid that in doing so, I might unknowingly hurt it.

In a few minutes my dewdropp was about to cease to exist,
As the sun would be up to let life set on its routine drift.

I could never let my dewdropp leave me and end as nothing
Even if nothing for all, for me it would be a little something.

The one way to keep it with me forever,
Was to make it my blood and forget it never.

I hold up a silver knife and make a little slit on my wrist,
Stopped the bleeding and deepened it

I pushed it slowly into my blood stream,
My heartbeat raced as fast as a light beam.

Soon my love, my dewdropp reached my heart
From there it spread into each and every part.

From my heart it also journeyed into my soul,
I had been sorely incomplete and it filled my hidden gaping hole.

The hollow days have passed
Sleepless nights now are a thing of the past.

Now my love, my dewdropp will forever be with me,
Our souls are now intertwined and it is now my identity.

Comments about Dewdropp On My Palm by Isabella Francis

  • Rookie isabella Francis (1/14/2012 7:31:00 AM)

    Thank you Vipin... (Report) Reply

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  • Freshman - 525 Points Vipins Puthooran (1/9/2012 8:49:00 AM)

    It's a beautiful poem, , , nice imageries...and well-written! ! ! ! ! 10++ (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, January 4, 2012

Poem Edited: Saturday, March 31, 2012

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