Garth Rakumakoe

Salty Tears

From the grounds of the asleep

distant thunder rumbles deep

in the horizon of his eye

consoled by the windowpane


Happy endings are cruel fantasies

testifies the resident crow

perched on willow tree

as the table lays out in sympathy

pillows for his salty tears

of a fiction romance lost


Beneath the pages

of a novel written short

as fate would have it

lies a widow in the ground


Her mute utterings urging him on

Roses serve her no thing

when he does not live

when he does not go on

Pity grief is blind & without ears

Her bleeding heart so breaks

to see his soul weep

in hurt's quicksand neck deep


He does not see her spirit beside him

unrelentingly waged in contact sport

for his sake

Him longing a demise, their paths cross

She cannot stop the sun from setting

just as she longs him life

Just as the curtains draw


  • Neville

    I have always found the saltier the tears, the more genuine they are ...

    This has the makings of an excellent story poem Garth and I am mightily impressed with just how you stimulate my own imagination with so many descriptive words and scenes .. I would personally assign top marks .. but I hope others will now follow in the wake I have created and submit their own thoughts also ..


    • Garth Rakumakoe

      I draw great inspiration and encouragement from great writers such as yourself, Neville, and many others I have come to meet here. Your words provide great comfort sir. I remain humbled. Thank you, kindly.

    • Teddy.15

      What a beautiful.write, your first stanza is amazing. I could see all the imagery throughout, a great imagination Garth. 🤗 Beautifully poetic.

      • Garth Rakumakoe

        Thank you, Teddy. As I was saying to Neville, it means a lot coming from great writers such as you guys. Many thanks. I admire your works greatly, keep shining the light! ❣️

      • Goldfinch60

        Wonderful emotive words Garth.


      • Paul Bell

        You can feel the pain running through this write. The closing of the curtains end another day, and so it goes on. Is there an end for her. Who knows, it's the real story of life in the raw.

      • Accidental Poet

        The way I read this, he's grieving the loss of his loved one. And her spirit is always with him wanting him to smile and live on with her memory to brighten each new day. Hopefully he will see her light beside him and smile. 😊

        • Garth Rakumakoe

          Absolutely. It certainly is a poem about loss and grief. A very apt interpretation. Thank you AP.

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