Daring Heart
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 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 paths,
spinning against time, to find the right direction
toward a watered-down world.
Can you feel it moving, you said?
Well, was it the world that just moved
or was it your soul?
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, you’ll 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 and 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 on your shoulder
and we watched, weeping willows whisper
the bird’s song skyward
and peace, came upon us.
Placed our hands together beneath grapevines
and summer 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 other
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 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, are right there-
Then I thought, when did my heart become
so daring, so bold?
- J. Circosta, Tiny Poet, 7.7.201
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 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 paths,
spinning against time, to find the right direction
toward a watered-down world.
Can you feel it moving, you said?
Well, was it the world that just moved
or was it your soul?
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, you’ll 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 and 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 on your shoulder
and we watched, weeping willows whisper
the bird’s song skyward
and peace, came upon us.
Placed our hands together beneath grapevines
and summer 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 other
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 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, are right there-
Then I thought, when did my heart become
so daring, so bold?
- J. Circosta, Tiny Poet, 7.7.201