Did you see my red heart?
Blossoming on the hillside
like poppies after the rain?
Did you see my heart there, too?
Below the eroding riverbed,
like wild chocolate waters
streaming pain?
Don't you feel it?
The way it's meant to be?
How love is borne
of this:
Welcome and arousal;
Abundance and despair?
Friday, February 19, 2010
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Marcia, you have a true talent. You poems are rich, and your language is beautiful. Thanks for sharing.
ReplyDeleteThanks so much Josh. I love your writing, too, so these words from you mean a lot! I'm going to make it I think. One poem at a time. For forty days. A great Lenten discipline for me.
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