Sorry I missed this one. It's super. The heart may feel worthless but one man's junk is another's gold...
I think the wear and tear increases the value. It can be marketed as 'experienced'. :)
Posted 8 Years Ago
8 Years Ago
yes, for some of us...an awful lot of "experience"
I like this writing. Your first line hooked me, there are so many things in the back of our minds and from now on I will think of them on a small table backed against the boundary of my gray matter.
A little inspiration from your first line, but not along the same lines... Thank you for the inspiration.
on a small table in the back of the eye
you sit with a cup of coffee in one hand,
sipping the black, steamy contents,
just the way you like it, while balancing
my heart and soul in the other hand
like Chinese stress balls roaming
between your inadvertent fingers
in dizzying motions, leaving me
with a cold metallic taste in my mouth.
Posted 8 Years Ago
8 Years Ago
wow...love your poem....and flattered mine could inspire this
8 Years Ago
Thank you, J. I appreciate your artistic flattery :)
love is oh so fleeting and in an instant relationships can change..like that last line ..for even less than a full heart beat..sums it up quite nicely..
when hearts go for sale then they can only be purchased with love.
Would one heart be enough or do we have to go to every rummage sale to buy discarded hearts?
Posted 8 Years Ago
8 Years Ago
thank you for your words, Shabeeh...
i would hope one heart would be enough...and may.. read morethank you for your words, Shabeeh...
i would hope one heart would be enough...and maybe could love enough for several.
A sort of white elephant sale for hearts? No matter how many times we take one home and then discard it, we will return to that small table. I believe it is part of the human consciousness. Lydi**
Originally from Bronx, NY, I live in Carbondale, Illinois...teach English at a community college and have been writing and publishing poetry since 1970. I am here to read for inspiration from other po.. more..