A shy glance,
a small smile:
my heart is strung.
A quiet word,
a warming touch:
my heart is strung.
A heart is wrapped,
enveloped, tied,
willingly bound
in living oneness,
intimate silence,
outpost of heaven.
A tender look,
a sparkling eye:
my heart is strung.
This poem is submitted for today’s Warrior Poets Circle over at Jason Stayszen’s place, where the prompt is “heartstrings.” To see more poems based on the prompt, please visit Connecting to Impact.
The poem is for my wife Janet.
Photograph: Blood Red Hearts by Michael Meilen via Public Domain Pictures. Used with permission.
This is beautiful Glynn. Beautiful!
ReplyDeletehow blessed she is ...
ReplyDeleteThis is so sweet, and how lightly it is tied and offered. :)
ReplyDeleteGreat...just great bro'
ReplyDeleteLove it. Thank you, Glynn.
ReplyDeletethis is absolutely beautiful.
ReplyDeleteI bet I know who holds the string...
ReplyDeletetied with a bow. Happy Valentine's to you and your sweetie, Glynn. Your romance always inspires me to make mine a full one.
What a beautiful romantic piece...love the third stanza...bkm
ReplyDeleteYou make beautiful music. Love this.
ReplyDelete"willingly bound
ReplyDeletein living oneness"
awesome.