written by Frank James Ryan, Jr.A single Tear Drop-
Ovular formed,
Dangling on the tips,
Of a fluttering eyelash.
Suspended for a moment,
'Til impulse incepts;
'Twas a mere, subtle blink...
Yet, the Tear Drop falls;
And it travels so fast,
Like White-Water Rafting,
To''Dueling Banjo's''.....
Riding o'er the cheekbone,
Its pace picks up course
A wince slows it 's speed;
But once o'er the cheekbone,
The sleighride doth begin,
Like th' one they called Nantucket;
But With human gust behind it;
Facial grimace...sudden movement,
A crows-foot wrinkle redirects
The Tear Drop from its' course,
Once destined for the jowl,
Now, laterally streaking,
Towards a quavered, trembling lip;
Which catches the lone Tear Drop,
And delivers its' sweetless taste...
Ofgrief-laced salted water.
And, the Tear Drop disappears;
It's Death quite apropos;
For it's life had been sewn...
From a bitter taste of woe.
Frank James Ryan, Jr.
written by Frank James Ryan, Jr., published on Mon 12.20.2010 at 11:50
And..... of what may I do for you........ in your final hour
'Fore I silence your body, and resurrect it........as soul
written by Frank James Ryan, Jr., published on Tue 11.23.2010 at 02:04
And in Roman times, as in modern times,
hungry men, pleasured in fawn...
'Twas a gladiators cup to imbibe from,
written by Frank James Ryan, Jr., published on Tue 11.09.2010 at 15:58
I walk quietly out to the kitchen...
tea for one.....no one to ask
what cabinet the honey's in tonight.
written by Frank James Ryan, Jr., published on Tue 11.02.2010 at 00:43
Awoke to feel your voice beside me
Each Breath: mmmmm........humming
Sensuously...
Glancing at the hands of the red clock
written by Frank James Ryan, Jr., published on Sun 10.24.2010 at 17:29
In the portrait you see
Years of legacy
Of an artisan blessed
On an epic-bound quest.
Each dove feathered stroke
written by Frank James Ryan, Jr., published on Mon 10.18.2010 at 17:41
And when you come for me
I'll ask but one request,
that you allow me to understand
the mystery i'm about to embark on,