My Heart is Walking

My heart is walking barefoot in the grass,
Quite careful not to tread on shards of glass.


It fibrillates and skips, it balks and beats,
It sees Divinity on city streets.


My heart keeps vigil by the coffee-pot:
It looks before and after, pines for naught.


My heart's a supplicant, tearfully kneeling.
It flinches at each unfamiliar feeling.





Poetry by Uncle Meridian The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2022-11-21 at 10:10

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arquious The PoetBay support member heart!
When the heart walks it meets up with all sorts of familiar and unfamiliar stuff, the brave heart travels afar off!
2022-11-21