holding my heart

holding my heart in my hands
has helped me to understand how damaging it is
for my spirit to walk this earth protecting myself
by playing it safe all in the misconception that i could not take it
if someone would hold it carelessly and break it

...
carrying it in my hands has revealed
how delicate it is and how neglected it's been
and i finally have to accept with sadness
how i'm the only one to blame and
i'm the one i have to fight
and it's taken me this moment
to accept that it can not be deprived anymore
of a love that it deserves
of a chemistry that can transform
...

it's been tiring standing here with this heavy heart
that's so afraid of flying but always craving the height
and all that matters now is that i am present in this moment
getting ready to out run my fears, my past
and free my heart so that it can fly

...
and i can not wait to give it to someone
and feel the lightness of two hearts meeting
explore the dimensions of every corner of my heart ;
the curves, the shape of what will grow from love
without inhibitions and fall into a kiss that promises
to revive
my soul
...

i always understood the value of love
i just had trouble accepting its loss

our spirits still linger there

this passage-way radiates with beauty and it's richness and color has come from all that it has lived through. it holds silent conversations of past days and it embodies all that it has come to know.

this bench has witnessed many human moments; nervous first i love you's, talk of the good old days, kisses, good-byes, loneliness, despair and has heard the cries and laughter of family and friends. so many people have sat on this bench in search of peace and quiet and maybe all they found was a vision of a leave falling gracefully to its destiny but the reward in itself was allowing the mind to be set free. this bench has many stories to tell and all you have to do is silence your thoughts and close your eyes for it to be felt.

the trees, the sky, the leaves, this little piece of earth has been touched by love and sadness and just like anything once filled with energy, it feels lonely when someone leaves. the loneliness gets deeper with each departure, as deep as the hole that happiness carved in.

the final steps away from this lovely terrain is sad because you don't know when you'll return but the wind softly plays music with the leaves and this soothes the senses and you can feel it's presence in your hair, your face, your skin and the mind gets swept away one last time.

our spirits still linger there.

nature's reflection

You

by Carol Ann Duffy

Uninvited, the thought of you stayed too late in my head.
so I went to bed, dreaming you hard, hard, woke with your name,
like tears, soft, salt, on my lips, the sound of its bright syllables
like a charm, like a spell.

Falling in love
is glamorous hell: the crouched, parched heart
like a tiger, ready to kill; a flame’s fierce licks under the skin.
into my life, larger than life, you strolled in.

I hid in my ordinary days, in the long grass of routine,
in my camouflage rooms. You sprawled in my gaze,
staring back from anyone’s face, from the shape of a cloud,
from the pining, earth-struck moon which gapes at me

as I open the bedroom door. The curtains stir. There you are
on the bed, like gift, like a touchable dream.



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This is the first poem that I've read of Britain's poet Carol Ann Duffy and it's amazing!! I will definitely be stopping by a bookstore soon!
The painting was from a Florence art gallery. Unfortunately I don't have the artist's name.

Hopefully we all have someone waiting for us on the other side of the door; either someone we know by heart or someone we are about to meet. keep your heart open :)

moments of poverty

"The fact that Anna is somewhere
having coffee or a dream
is an assault on me.
I hate these moments of poverty."
(excerpt from "Plainwater" by Anne Carson)

i hate them because they remind me

of where you are not

and come with a promise

to break everything that we've got.

...

they threaten to replace

all that is beautiful between us

with sadness and loss

and you might start a conversation

you won't want to stop.

...

they creep up on me unexpectedly

steal my joy

leave me isolated from hope

and my only company

is a noisy mind trying to unravel

the reasons why

i should stay or i should go.

i feel lost.

...

i hate these moments of poverty

because they quiet my heart.