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Saturday, December 18, 2010

My Heart

My heart will never
stare with vacant eyes
rocking in a chair
draped in winter memories.
Love will have it
dancing in the street,
eyes twinkling,
dressed in a summer smile.


©Susie Clevenger 2010
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13 comments:

vivinfrance said...

Your heart is young and sprightly!
Nice thoughts.

Lolamouse said...

Those vacant eyes scare me the most! Who wants that? This is lovely!

Marian said...

why does the prospect of "winter memories" lie so heavy in her lap? love that phrase.

Abin Chakraborty said...

Amen to that!

Kerry O'Connor said...

A feeling as passionate as love should be 'out there'.

Mrs.Trellis said...

Vacant eyes? Rocking chair? What is Caddoc doing on your blog? This sounds just like him...

Mystic_Mom said...

Yes! Yes! Yes!

Robert Gibson said...

This poem made me smile! Awesome! Simply awesome :)

Herotomost said...

Dancing is the key I think physically, metally or symbolically, great way to stay young and interested in the world around you. Nice work.

Mary said...

Beautiful love poem!

Kay L. Davies said...

So well done, but so sad. When my father's dementia got bad, my mother's heart broke, and I often think that's what killed her, not the cancer, not the heart attack, not the pneumonia. If dad had been "with it" (and therefore with her) she'd have fought those and won.
K

Sherry Blue Sky said...

"dancing in the street....dressed in a summer smile". So lovely.

Margaret said...

I know couples who dance in the streets ... We used to be part of a swing dance group and couples married for 50 years were out dancing us! And yes, some were dancing in their seats... but they weren't living winter memories. :)