
Supine on the sand
Letting them flow
Pouring eagerly out of
My saline-drenched soul
Salt and grief escape
Bleary storm grey eyes
Shimmering pearlescent drops
Populating vast ocean depths
Now over-sown
With released memorial thoughts
Somehow, the more I release
The hungrier the waves grow
Demanding another
As they take
Absorbing my pain
Allowing the most precious pearls
To plunge straight down
Filtering to the sandy floor
Always taking just one drop more
I lie consumed
In a weighted heap
On mounds of enshrining spheres
Fallen from my eyes like
Spigots flowing into buckets
Tossed out and scattered
To the currents
Reclining in comfort
On a bed of past woe
All the bliss
Every last chit of happiness
Buried in the overwhelming
Multitude of agonizing facts
Every mistake
Every misstep ever cast
Drowning them out
It is known even on the surface
A mermaid’s tears are a miracle
Of mystical transmutative power
When my sobs are released
I allow each due grace
Letting delicate pearls
Fall in showers
Stringing them in phrases
Like precious luminous
Memento Mori
Nacre clinking
As my tears escape
Rolling away
K.B. Silver
About the Creator
K.B. Silver
K.B. Silver has poems published in magazine Wishbone Words, and lit journals: Sheepshead Review, New Note Poetry, Twisted Vine, Avant Appa[achia, Plants and Poetry, recordings in Stanza Cannon, and pieces in Wingless Dreamer anthologies.




Comments (2)
This was so poignantly beautiful. I had to Google memento mori, so I learned something new from you today. Loved your poem!
Beautiful lines of sadness