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 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-
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 are right there-
Then I thought,
when did my heart become so daring, so bold?
- J. Circosta, Tiny Poet, 7.7.2017
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-
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 are right there-
Then I thought,
when did my heart become so daring, so bold?
- J. Circosta, Tiny Poet, 7.7.2017
