Wild Heart

Wild Heart

A Poem by Anna

Girlhood is a tentative thing 
Unsure if it has room to breathe-
Sticking close to solid shadows 
The comfort of twilight, often
I find myself carrying her to bed.
In the soft morning hours
I call out like a gentle but stern 
Blurry silhouette of a mother-
Hands worn, eyes a duller green
Head aching something awful
But arms wide open.
Always warm in the setting sun
Feverish, impoverished
Still dreaming even wide awake.
The thick, dark leaves
Of orange trees and their bright 
Pale blossoms juxtaposed.
There is softness in the gloom 
In the heavy branches 
Baring thorns, baring petals. 

© 2023 Anna


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Dear Anna. The poetry is amazing. You took the reader to many places and thoughts.
"There is softness in the gloom
In the heavy branches
Baring thorns, baring petals."
I adored the above lines. I could write a epic poem from. You gave glimpses of a life. Thank you for sharing the outstanding poetry.
Coyote

Posted 1 Year Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.




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Dear Anna. The poetry is amazing. You took the reader to many places and thoughts.
"There is softness in the gloom
In the heavy branches
Baring thorns, baring petals."
I adored the above lines. I could write a epic poem from. You gave glimpses of a life. Thank you for sharing the outstanding poetry.
Coyote

Posted 1 Year Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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