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Thursday, April 20, 2017

Softer Heart

I cannot find my softer heart
by wing or dusk-light call.
I cannot find my softer heart
by barter or by broken bell.

I know you. You're the one I looked for every day.
You the face from miles away, you the wrong face anyway.

I cannot find my softer song.
by trick, by dawn, or water pond.
I cannot find my softer song
but still I whisper...on and on.
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for my own Fireblossom Friday at Real Toads. "Corvid and sit a while."     

17 comments:

  1. I love how this moves about a central fulcrum of the wrong face and then fades as if an echo. Something quite haunting in this.

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  2. Sometimes the simplest things sing the truest. Every word of this is pure, powerful and exquisite.

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  3. The last line is especially exquisite... especially since it includes an ellipsis. (You know how I dearly love those.)

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  4. This is soo beautifully tender, so very evocatively penned, Shay!❤️

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  5. This is beautiful. I am dealing with a few stones in my heart.

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  6. Gah. This is gorgeous. Heading back up to read again.
    And thanking you.

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  7. I think that was you're softer heart...dang that was amazing.

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  8. Oh my God. I just heard a loud crack in my heart. Too gorgeous for words. You used up all the best ones.

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  9. Shivery brilliant. A fitting culmination to all these wonderful poems your prompt gave rise to. Thank you so much for a feast of reading.

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  10. There is a certain cadence here which really works with the theme of this poem. Nice work!

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  11. It's lovely, Shay. Thanks. k.

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  12. That ending grabbed my heart

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  13. this gave me chills, Shay!

    "I cannot find my softer heart
    by wing or dusk-light call."

    stunning!



    (i've tricked your captcha -- i AM a robot.)

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  14. I love how this unfolds. Haunting is the perfect word for it.

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  15. Somehow this poem whisper-sung all breathy directly into my ear.

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