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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Tears spring up,
unbidden fog
to paint puddles into the equation.
She dashes them away,
angry that they would fall
into her pea soup.
Meanwhile, Melody Muses... 
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…