The heart has a puzzling shape
The moment you thought it broke
Becomes twofold.
The moment in a relinquishing evening
You thought it whole
It breaks
Until the morning
When the shape is restored
And your feelings pour like early April rain
Over thirsty lilacs…
“The heart is an organ of fire” –Michael Ondaatje
It flickers and lights the embers of any glib desire.
Art by Georg Janny.
She is primarily a teacher of English. Also her mind is lured by goodies like finance, economics, interest rates, the stock market, as she has a hankering for how the money is made. Nevertheless she is a dreamer on a cloud...As dreams cost nothing... On ordinary days she is a word-weaver for everything and everything that breathes. On the best of days she just follows the seasons by means of bike, skis, or roller-skates. She is grateful to all colors of the world and to people who read, smile and drop a line here, or on her email. Contributing author for 5 Medium.com publications, Spillwords.com and Anthology Volume I: Writings from the Sudden Denouement Literary Collective.
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Thank you very much, dear Yassy ❤
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Welcome dear Lulia. 😘😘😘
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🙂 🙂 ❤
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Pleasing to the ears lulia
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Thank you!
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I love this part the best: “Until the morning
When the shape is restored
And your feelings pour like early April rain
Over thirsty lilacs…”
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Thank you very much, dear Leslie. I like spring and lilacs immensely and they helped me shape a thought 🙂
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