Heart-Words

The noon skies lie dreaming in languid cornflower blue

Blossoming, ripening to the day’s bustling cacophony

I am wilting                                   

Asphyxiating, imprisoned by strange stone walls

Left to pensively run my fingers across the wall-eyes

Restlessly bleeding heart-words

I hide the wounded gasp that lies trembling

In the transparent confines of my eyes

Reviews

[Hatchling]

I like the flow. Great job

[Larry Dyson]

muse will come when spring dawns..awakening the new.

[A.A.Romanczuk]

mhmm, i it in my bones

[R J Askew]

What a shift from the first couple of lines on the external ordinariness of just another day to the intense compression of the last few lines .. intense.

[A.A.Romanczuk]

Thanks you, thanks you

[Robin]

of moments and the heart ~ and the translation of