Wednesday, April 21, 2010
Until Spring
Poor grieving heart
ticking away months
as if they were seconds
Numbed by pain
it doesn’t notice
Cupid’s arrows
sweet stings
let alone
the soft touch
of butterfly wings
Crushed and crumbled
it never cares
for the startling excitement
of new beginnings
and it’s perfectly good
without the sweet hope
that reckless dreams
would bring
Comfortably sheltered
it’s hibernating
in the soothing arms
of recovery
No need for anyone
or anything
that is …
until spring
©2010 Fenny
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I love it! I know the feeling you describe and hate it every time I get stuck in that kind of rut. I really love your ending, of how new life sweeping over the world causes the heart to finally stir and feel something. Thanks for the awesome poem!
Posted by: Ben | Saturday, June 12, 2010
Very vivid. Your words create a wonderful texture in my minds-eye.
Posted by: icyashes | Sunday, June 13, 2010
ok i could not leave without reading one more lol! :) i am awestruck.
Can I blog about you and your work? would you allow me to post a link to you on my blog? I want everyone to know about you! :) your amazing! i cant even tell you what or why your words are leaving this kind of impression on me, but they are and i am so very grateful!
thank you, your a wonderful spirit with a beautiful gift that i hope you continue to share!
blessings
Kellie
Posted by: Kellie | Monday, December 06, 2010
Very peaceful. What a gentle spirit you have.
Posted by: Marvin | Thursday, December 09, 2010
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