Tale Of A Single Teardrop

One single Teardrop, pearl shaped...glistening, dangling on the tip of A fluttering eye-lash, for a moment suspended, and impulse incepts; 'twas a mere subtle blink, yet, the Teardrop falls and its journey takes it's fast, woeful course curving and rapid, like White-Water Rafting that you saw in that movie with Reynolds and red-necks and twins with strange minds with their dueling banjo's, and so goes the tear, over chiseled cheekbone where it stops for a rest, yet, a sudden cough rattles and quavers the tiny moist drop, and, it's off once again. Then an age crooked wince allays it's speed as if to wash every pore before its final destiny, and how suddenly course moves in a horse race finish fashion striding, streaming, reminding me- of a Nantucket Sleighride. Facial grimace taut, tight, sudden movement shifts, crows-feet no best friend to the life of a single tear, more wrinkled than before it redirects its course again, once destined for the jowl, is now laterally streaking towards a sad, trembling lip, catching teardrop by its tail, with its sprite, tartful taste of salted laced grief placed in between the seam of a pair of quavering lips, and, sour thus, meets sorrow, such a sadly passioned couple! Teardrop's eventually disappear, their Death quite apropos, for their life-seed was sewn- from a bitter taste of woe. ________ FjR ________ © 2015-All rights reserved Frank James Ryan, Jr./Fj