Bleeding Hearts
by Mary Stebbins Taitt · 70 words
Hearts, strung on a line, each with a teardrop
suspended. So much suffering, so many people
crying;
the weight of all those tears
bends the stalks. They bow toward earth.
Sometimes I think that each of those hearts is mine, broken
again at your hand. But cherries blossom, too,
crabapples and tulips, and you
are far away, loving
and hurting
someone new.
suspended. So much suffering, so many people
crying;
the weight of all those tears
bends the stalks. They bow toward earth.
Sometimes I think that each of those hearts is mine, broken
again at your hand. But cherries blossom, too,
crabapples and tulips, and you
are far away, loving
and hurting
someone new.
Mary Stebbins Taitt
image credit: mine, taken yesterday
3 comments:
I like the series of brief poems you have been posting recently. So fun to come on & read something brief, inspiring, beautiful &/or pensive. A nice little break in my day to think of you... &/or other topics, brought forth by you :-)
Beautifully vibrant photograph and words Mary and at times so true to life!
Thank you both Hennie and John!!!!!
You are kind and thoughtful!!!
Hennie, you may now the person (people) the poem alludes to.
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