Daring Hearts
Tell me, how did your heart become
so daring, so bold?
How do you spin such ripen fruit on tongue,
threading hope into wounded hearts
just the way you do?
Your voice isn't soft,
it doesn't bleed-on or crack.
It's deep in timbre and rich yet ever still-
your lips stay steady and soft.
Tell me, how do you do it?
How does a man speak as deep in kindness
as he feels?
It's a bit of a conundrum really,
a riddle perhaps,
a witty little puzzle to unravel some
staggering surprise, that later stabs you
in the back, maybe not-
I'll tell you though,
it was the first time I wasn't scared.
I just sat quite still, wide-eyed and exposed
below the cherry wood trees, safely soothed
under an open canopy that was yours and
that also seemed to be mine-
We shared the honey fare
like they were passing clouds, each one
having its own unique shape and design
until we both looked up and saw
our own thoughts floating by...
deep, in the sky...
I asked you to speak your poem to me
in the way you truly feel it because
when you hand me your heart,
I want to keep it even closer to mine-
I want to know the strength and rhythm
deep inside your being; the one that moves
you, that grooves you, that has you rich and
wild on that jazzy beat and tone underneath
my skin, thumping on the brass bell in July,
we mix and mingle a beguiling combination;
steady and strong, light and breezy,
untamed, unashamed-
Come stroll with me in the park,
let us pause between - the beats -
to help us better hear the heart.
One step at a time,
we carved strawberry-striped paths,
spinning against time,
to find the right direction
toward a watered-down world.
Can you feel it moving up, you said?
Well, was it the world that just lifted
or was it your soul that seemed to grow
just a little bit higher in its nature?
Broken paths find their way straight
among those tiny purple maple trees
and wild grasses screaming yellow.
It's days like this, when peace hangs in air
like soft clouds cling to sky.
It's palpable,
the silence-
It's only heard through the felt sense
and if you're lucky,
maybe your eyes will catch a glimpse of it,
when you think to look-
For peace is ever-present;
it hangs from summer leaves like dewdrops
at dawn hold steady and wait just a little
longer before they sail toward earth.
It rises in weed and pasture,
fills desires in dandelions,
flutters-by on striped tails kicking up
loose dirt, sliding safe into auburn bushes-
Peace is sweet.
She dangles from legs,
swinging feet above cracked stone
with no fear of being swallowed.
Her child inside surprised when they found
her name in the chuckle patch
and you were fascinated to watch water
drizzle down rocks going nowhere but
staying ever present-
Soon, my head laid comfort on your shoulder
and we watched weeping willows whisper
the bird’s song skyward and peace
came upon us, placed our hands together
beneath twined grapevines and swirling
affection bloomed.
Where do we explore next, I said?
Let's find some chubby green frogs
sitting on rocks in the stream,
blow a thousand white wishes across
red and yellow tulip fields,
watch ground hogs dive under abandoned
barns, then cross brooks over rocks
to dance and twirl by street lamps!
We chased the dream all the way,
until light fell in our eyes then lying still,
under sparklers ablaze,
love never felt so calm-
How did such a star-spangled night find us?
How did you call upon moonlight,
draped over face and oval eyes...
How did time move breath - breathing
into belly's holding onto the others' content
ever... so... gently...?
It's okay, place your soft kisses on my lips
and stay there for a little while
and even a little longer still because
the moments before are so fleeting-
Night draws black curtains just before
the plunge into darkness
and darkness, moves on without us
until there's no more-
But I'm still here and you’re right there.
Then I thought, when did my heart become
so daring, so bold?
- J. Circosta, Tiny Poet, 7.7.2017
Tell me, how did your heart become
so daring, so bold?
How do you spin such ripen fruit on tongue,
threading hope into wounded hearts
just the way you do?
Your voice isn't soft,
it doesn't bleed-on or crack.
It's deep in timbre and rich yet ever still-
your lips stay steady and soft.
Tell me, how do you do it?
How does a man speak as deep in kindness
as he feels?
It's a bit of a conundrum really,
a riddle perhaps,
a witty little puzzle to unravel some
staggering surprise, that later stabs you
in the back, maybe not-
I'll tell you though,
it was the first time I wasn't scared.
I just sat quite still, wide-eyed and exposed
below the cherry wood trees, safely soothed
under an open canopy that was yours and
that also seemed to be mine-
We shared the honey fare
like they were passing clouds, each one
having its own unique shape and design
until we both looked up and saw
our own thoughts floating by...
deep, in the sky...
I asked you to speak your poem to me
in the way you truly feel it because
when you hand me your heart,
I want to keep it even closer to mine-
I want to know the strength and rhythm
deep inside your being; the one that moves
you, that grooves you, that has you rich and
wild on that jazzy beat and tone underneath
my skin, thumping on the brass bell in July,
we mix and mingle a beguiling combination;
steady and strong, light and breezy,
untamed, unashamed-
Come stroll with me in the park,
let us pause between - the beats -
to help us better hear the heart.
One step at a time,
we carved strawberry-striped paths,
spinning against time,
to find the right direction
toward a watered-down world.
Can you feel it moving up, you said?
Well, was it the world that just lifted
or was it your soul that seemed to grow
just a little bit higher in its nature?
Broken paths find their way straight
among those tiny purple maple trees
and wild grasses screaming yellow.
It's days like this, when peace hangs in air
like soft clouds cling to sky.
It's palpable,
the silence-
It's only heard through the felt sense
and if you're lucky,
maybe your eyes will catch a glimpse of it,
when you think to look-
For peace is ever-present;
it hangs from summer leaves like dewdrops
at dawn hold steady and wait just a little
longer before they sail toward earth.
It rises in weed and pasture,
fills desires in dandelions,
flutters-by on striped tails kicking up
loose dirt, sliding safe into auburn bushes-
Peace is sweet.
She dangles from legs,
swinging feet above cracked stone
with no fear of being swallowed.
Her child inside surprised when they found
her name in the chuckle patch
and you were fascinated to watch water
drizzle down rocks going nowhere but
staying ever present-
Soon, my head laid comfort on your shoulder
and we watched weeping willows whisper
the bird’s song skyward and peace
came upon us, placed our hands together
beneath twined grapevines and swirling
affection bloomed.
Where do we explore next, I said?
Let's find some chubby green frogs
sitting on rocks in the stream,
blow a thousand white wishes across
red and yellow tulip fields,
watch ground hogs dive under abandoned
barns, then cross brooks over rocks
to dance and twirl by street lamps!
We chased the dream all the way,
until light fell in our eyes then lying still,
under sparklers ablaze,
love never felt so calm-
How did such a star-spangled night find us?
How did you call upon moonlight,
draped over face and oval eyes...
How did time move breath - breathing
into belly's holding onto the others' content
ever... so... gently...?
It's okay, place your soft kisses on my lips
and stay there for a little while
and even a little longer still because
the moments before are so fleeting-
Night draws black curtains just before
the plunge into darkness
and darkness, moves on without us
until there's no more-
But I'm still here and you’re right there.
Then I thought, when did my heart become
so daring, so bold?
- J. Circosta, Tiny Poet, 7.7.2017
