my heart a red fist,
beating, intent on self-protection
when, despite itself,
it opens, astonished, to find
it’s a peony, a sunrise, a wing
November 7, 2018 by Rosemerry
my heart a red fist,
beating, intent on self-protection
when, despite itself,
it opens, astonished, to find
it’s a peony, a sunrise, a wing
Posted in Uncategorized | Tagged heart, opening, poem, poetry | 2 Comments
Powerful imagry. So few words.
Thanks, dear Kaye … ah, the terrible, fabulous opening.