Tears spring up,
unbidden fog
to paint puddles into the equation.
She dashes them away,
angry that they would fall
into her pea soup.
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That is a tearful tale 🙂 Clever !
Thanks! 🙂
I think she should try chicken-soup… it’s better for her soul!
😀 Great advice!
Sometimes we pea ‘pon ourselves, sometimes it’s served as neighbor’s stew. A dew, my Lady! A fond adieu… 😉
You just can’t quit, can you? 🙂
If I lose my humor, all is lost. All is lost. 🙂
Oh, the tyranny of tears that show up in spite of herculean efforts to keep them at bay… I really enjoyed this one, Melody!
Blessings ~ Wendy
There are times to let them fall freely, and times to keep a stiff upper lip – perhaps a little wisdom will help us to know when to apply which! 🙂
Rhyme on, dear friend! 🙂
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I’ve had to fight off those tears at times too. Thank you for the way you teach us through your poetry!
Thanks Debbie! I’m really enjoying these character pieces…
What are your thoughts?