I offered my heart
in the palm of my hand,
a burning nova
to a private world,
where love and forgiveness
knew no bounds.
Tender and trusting,
it beat only for you
so long ago,
but hurt fans out
like surface ripples
on a pond after a pebble falls.
Each new hurt
spreads rings ever wider
and with each new ring,
more feelings fade
spreading wider,
chilling deeper,
till cold as ice,
they become as stones
bouncing on a frozen pond,
their rhythm etched forever
in a cold, cold heart.
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bouncing on a frozen pond" Now THAT is a descriptive verse!! Keep em coming!
Regis
Love Tinka
and with each new ring,
more feelings fade
spreading wider, chilling deeper,
til cold as ice,
they become as stones
bouncing on a frozen pond
Timing is everything :)
pax A
This reminded me greatly of my own poem " Cold Cold Heart "...and also one of my Beloved Mum's sayings to me..." Cold Hands....Warm Heart, Son..."..
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Peter
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