Contemplating the Size and Nature of the Human Heart
Is my heart
the size of a grape
that you pop absently into your mouth
a brief burst of sweetness
before realizing that you are still ravenous?
Is my heart
a peach
that you savor
juices running down your chin
tasting warmth and sunshine?
Perhaps my heart
is a snow globe
full of delicate irridescent particles
that land on your eye lashes
your skin
when it is brought to life
by your hands
I fear that my heart
is the moon
full of cold silver light
mysterious and ancient
too large to hold in your arms
always just a little out of reach
© 2017 Christine Elizabeth Ray – All rights Reserved
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this is so lovely!!
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Thank you!
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Reblogged this on RamJet Poetry and commented:
Beautiful write from my friend CRay!!
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Thank you kind sir.
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Wonderful play on the grape metaphor. Wonderful.
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Thank you!
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Beautiful and I love the imagery. Contemplative but perhaps the answer might be, all of the above? Love this, Christine. 😊
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Thank you Eric! I do wonder how many readrers now want a peach?!
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Sadly, I have never been a fan of peaches….now plums…that’s a different story. 😄
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🙂
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