45. Heart Song
Don’t tell me
That the blossoms
Didn’t bloom for me.
For I know that
It was by my
Presence that they
Were nurtured and
Did spring so
Floridly forth.
My soul, my heart,
My happiness...
It must have fed them.
—And the sun!
It shines brighter today
Than it did on days prior.
Only a godly work—
Love or divine intervention—
Could make the day
Seem so focused
And light—
As though I was
Being carried on some
Seraphic wings by
A Higher Being
Whose name I know
Almost better than
My very own.
So, yes, the flowers
Surely bloomed because of
The Song of My Heart—
Whose tune I blame
Entirely upon her
And her simple grace.
—C.R.E.
You know you are amazing, but I want to challenge you to write a poem that does not involve any form of love. You seem to do a lot of love poems. Try completely avoiding it on purpose, and see what you get? Just an idea. :) is for fun.
ReplyDeleteIndeed. But, to be honest, Love is on my mind. And I've written a fair amount recently that aren't about it--if you've been paying attention. Plus, I'm just following the themes. =)
ReplyDeleteThere's something about this one that just doesn't sit with me quite right. I'm not sure what it is though. Heh. But I do like the idea. Nature thriving off the Love and all.
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