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 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 then
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?
- Tiny Poet, Daring Hearts, 7.7.2019
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 then
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?
- Tiny Poet, Daring Hearts, 7.7.2019