Blue skies and bruises…

look with heart

Feels like I’ve got a stone bruise on my heart. I’ve dropped a few pounds trying to walk off the ache; sometimes there just aren’t enough sidewalks.
But there is comfort and new beauty bursting from every nook and cranny…I can see it if I really look. There it is…smiling in blue skies pouring out poetry over my bruised and listing places.
Looking closer, I see seeds bursting from their pods…tiny pieces of my dearest dreams ready to pop with more than I could ask or imagine. I see fields of flowers shouting their colors to prisoners in dull gray chains. My heart is stirred toward spacious places where arts and skills and hearts and freedom grow alongside peaches and pumpkins.
There are some new stretch marks on my heart; I feel my hope gaining weight.

Comments

  1. S. Etole says

    Love that last line … you do have a way with words!

  2. So true about bruises on the heart taking time to heal. Hopefully wonderful spring will help in the healing process. You put it so well.

  3. You really are such a lovely, lyrical writer.

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