by Daniela Lorenzi
In my waning years, I’ve become
a heart diviner, finding them
in the most unusual places…
in P’Kols Park, a Klimt-gold leaf
lies on the wet autumn earth
glinting heart-shaped richness in the gloom;
further along, an ancient root
worn smooth, swells from the earth—a wriggly,
child-like shape that lightens my spirit;
on a back road’s beat-up asphalt, a large
heart puddle begs for a splash of red boots
a buoyant splatter all around;
at home, a drop on the bathroom counter
has dried to a miniscule outline
a heart memento to ponder as I brush;
even now, in the bottom of my cup, dregs of coffee,
love-shaped — like the sensation, at first light
when you wake me with the warm scent of java.
Thank you Daniela for this short, moving poem.. The symbol of the heart means so much in our world. It’s what keeps our life blood moving, and our life love , the most important of emotions. Having worked in the field of cardiology for 25 yrs, and having experienced every love imaginable, from mother love to sexual love, that little heart found in nature sends our minds soaring to heights of happiness. We. won’t think about broken hearts, but the joys found in true love!!
Thank you, Barbara, for this thoughtful reply. It warms my heart that the poem touched yours…
You certainly put it all into beautiful perspective!