i saw you the other day
perhaps it was a dream
either way . . .
you appeared before me
and i
cried
again
There is a sacredness in tears.
They are not the mark of weakness, but of power.
They speak more eloquently than ten thousand tongues.
They are the messengers of overwhelming grief,
Of deep contrition,
And of unspeakable love.
since you happen to be here . . .
i want you to imagine a woman
vulnerable at a declining age
married once for long
familiar thus with intercourse
yet still a virgin
when you had entered her essence
for
she
let
only
you
make love
to her soul
to the core
should you ever doubt it
send your reason to her address . . .
living proofs do not lie
you had made her believe all along
you too were a virgin with her alone
that is how untouched she was
her once ascending spirit
in a downward-spiral now
races to self-destruction
this late in her remaining time
you have after all never taught her
how she could thicken her skin like yours
before you abandoned her fragility
abruptly harshly ungently
to its debilitating agony
did you recognize her . . .
does she visit your nightmares . . .
i saw you the other day
perhaps it was a dream
either way . . .
you appeared before me
and i
cried
again
© hülya n. yılmaz, 5.27.2016
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The italicized text originates from Washington Irving.
hülyaswritings 
Did you… the title of your ever so revealing poem, that cannot take comment as it says all there is to say. Save as I said in my prior response, send you a feeble distraction dealing with tears.
A different kind of shadow, but a shadow nonetheless, dear friend!
“ Tears ”
~ of a dolorous soul ~
More of a tale, May leave you sorry
For it be on a scale
Of sentient passage,
That can but come
Of tears gone savage,
In a dolorous soul,
Where once did find
Abundance of cheer,
Worn thin with time …
‘Tis a story of old
As awareness grows,
To reach out bold
From wearying pain,
Appears ever to last
So begs an exchange,
To instantly grasp
Pleasure that reigns,
Tho impact will pass
Its perception may not,
For memory but lends
You’ll accept its attend,
That fate brings in the end!
a reflection
© Jean-Jacques Fournier
Jean-Jacques
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I wonder if you can sense what a comfort your words are to me, dear Jean-Jacques. Because with your comments you validate my choice and courage to write as the authentic I am moved to put into various syllabic sets…In gratitude for your presence.
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I am unable to respond on this level of pain, save to send you something I wrote on the subject of tears a few years ago.
À bientôt… soon,
Jean-Jacques
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Dear friend, will you please forgive me? I have read your poem, “Tears” with utmost appreciation for your sharing it with me as a response to my tears. I know I will read it again and again and again. Thank you for your generosity in gifting me with your time, thoughts and poetic self. Bir dahaki sefere…
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this poem saddens me . . . very so . . i get it . . . well expressed, very
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i have written it in great sadness but not deliberating on how the words were taking shape…they just flooded…my special thanks to you, dear one, for your read…i know you are not particularly fond of sad writings…thank you from the heart
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