Altered Heart
It’s time to take my heart off my sleeve –
unpin the rough edges,
smooth it out, look for tears.
It’s time to mend some holes and,
after a few alterations, gently stitch it
back where it belongs for the
whole world to see.
Tag: heart
Spring Clean
Spring Clean
I’’m letting go of all the bits and bobs
that have accumulated in my heart –
feelings that no longer fit or that pinch
its soft places. I’m sweeping out the
people and places that have gathered in
corners like spider webs. I’m doing a Spring
clean in the basement chambers, going
through boxed up memories, keeping only
the most precious and releasing the rest
to be blown away by winds of change
- Written in response to Rene Magritte’s painting, Golconda
Golconda by Rene Magritte
Everything We See
Holes in the Heart
Holes in the Heart
How sharp does a word need to be
to pierce the shield woven around a heart?
As sharp as a knife blade or the thorn
on a rose bush, or could it
be a single pin prick couched in the soft folds
of tenderness?
Quadrille #197: Look Sharp, Now! (Let’s write a poem.)
Candied
d’Verse Poets Pub – Quadrille #166. “I Like Candy”
Candied
I’ve been candied
A hard shell has been poured
over my soft center, protecting it
from constant poking and prodding
Hiding in the creamy sweetness
of my heart is a tiny morsel of
hardness, waiting to defend it from
any who reach too deeply
And the Town Came Alive
And the Town Came Alive
Once the old town was asleep, waiting.
The streets were empty and lonely –
no cars, no people, no life.
Then a spark ignited,
slowly turned to flame,
opened fresh eyes.
Hearts returned.
You Are
Here.
Heart of the Matter
d’Verse Poets Pub – Quadrille #134: We {heart} poems
Heart of the Matter
This poem would like to get right
To the heart of the matter
Dispense with heart-shaped boxes
And frilly construction paper hearts
No plucking heartstrings or silly
“I heart you” stickers. This poem wears
its heart on its sleeve and shouts,
“I love you!”
–
https://dversepoets.com/2021/08/23/quadrille-134-we-heart-poems/
The Secret of a Heart
d’Verse Poets – MTB – Repetition
Jilly has us repeating ourselves over at the Pub
—
There was a heart
With a closed door
That I had never seen before
There was a sign
Upon that door
That I had never seen before
There was a word
The word adore
That I had never seen before
There was a lock
Upon the door
That I had never seen before
There was a key
To reach the core
That I had never seen before
There was a way –
True love secure
That I had never seen before
To just adore
That was the key
That I had never seen before
Now with that key
An open door
That I had never seen before
The Missing Piece of My Day
d’Verse Quadrille #61 – puzzle
The Missing Piece of My Day
it was a puzzely sort of day
pieces just didn’t seem
to fit together
I tried pushing round bits
into square-ish slots until
the edges started to come
unglued – flake apart
I searched for missing parts
and found each one except
the heart
A Cobbled Heart
Quadrille #58 – Cobble us a Poem
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A Cobbled Heart
Her tender heart was
Coming apart at the seams
(it seems)
He found some threads
Of truth to use
To mend the open places
Where trust was seeping out
And stitch by stitch he
Cobbled together the pieces
Until her heart was whole again
Heart Condition
D’Verse Poets Pub – Quadrille #50 – murmur
De has us murmuring to ourselves at the Pub today
–
Heart Condition
An affliction of the heart
Not a-pitter or a-patter
No whooshing, beating,
Thrumming sound
Something softer
Smoother
Steady
A whisper
That continues
Through the day
And through the night
A comforting small murmur
Of your voice repeating
“I love you”
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