Monday, February 28, 2011

Faces of steel
cannot shed a tear
and that
is the misfortune
of faces of steel.

A tear
on a face of porcelain
does not betray
the sadness within
It only
enhances the beauty
of the porcelain
And that
is the misfortune
of the porcelain face.

Faces of tender clay
disintegrate
under the weight of
salty tears
And that
is the misfortune
of tender, unbaked clay.

4 comments:

Adee said...

and a human being crying is steel, porcelain and unbaked clay, all at the same time :)
beautiful sentiments howdy, though i don't know about the poem itself!

Adee said...

and a human being crying is steel, porcelain and unbaked clay, all at the same time :)
beautiful sentiments howdy, though i don't know about the poem itself!

Anonymous said...

sheesh, but I wonder what you are referring to. Perhaps another post?

mashhood said...

Nice poem...got my heart out...