Happy Tyr’s Day!
“Dried Salt” – by Ed Raby, Sr.
My tears have dried
Dried salt on my face.
Once your salt gave me joy
But now the savor has ended
All that remains is your salt on my cheeks
Memories of pain and sorrow traced in saline.
Joy, Happiness, Anger, Sadness, Loss, Grief
My tears tell the story of my life.
A history written in briny lines.
I long now for new salt on my cheeks
Where fresh wetness returns made of Joy and Happiness
If only the memories of your dried salt would fade
Writer’s Commentary: I said yesterday that my muse of grief and loss from Miss Salty seemed to have dried up and this is mostly true I still have a weakness for every girl I have loved in my life so that weakness for her remains. True for even my first love and my ex-wife. I care about them all and all of them have caused tears. I suppose my love for all of them will never completely fade away. But only one of them got the name Miss Salty as a nickname.
I guess my problem is that my desire for a woman in my life is one that gives me peace and intimacy. Life is turmoil and cold so you want the home to be the opposite of that. The woman in your life as a man should bring peace and intimacy. It’s all I really want.
Poetry is hard for me still because it was Miss Salty who taught me the core of it and how to express myself so It seems every time that tinge will be there of sadness. Wondering what my poems would look like if there was joy behind that relationship instead of loss and sadness.
The Rabyd Skald – Wandering Soul, Bard, and Philosopher. The Grey Wayfarer.