Charcoal tears

Short poems from yesterday’s twitter prompts


Happiness, fleeting as the glimpse

of a butterfly’s flickering flight,

while sorrow lies heavy as the grey sand

of the ocean’s lightless depths.


You are gone,

and spring rain scrawls charcoal tears

among the cold ash of love’s fire.

You are gone

and yesterday’s songs

pour through the rent in the clouds,

salt in the wound,

a mockery, hollow and brash

as the cold light in the sky.


Dark night when the soul cannot sleep,

and laughter taunts from the shadows,

I long to pass through the veil

and follow you into the light.

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Jane Dougherty

I used to do lots of things I didn't much enjoy. Now I am officially a writer. It's what I always wanted to be.

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