the heart is a muscle
in a spasm of hope
it leaps
the heart is a muscle
at the touch of a hand
it murmurs
the heart is a muscle
in the midst of love
it pounds
the heart is a muscle
it strains
it tears
(will it recover?)
needs heat–
not ice–
for therapy
the heart is a muscle
(it throbs and it aches)
a wound inflames it
but a muscle can heal
with time
and rest
my heart is a muscle
it finds its rest
in you
— May 7, 2012
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thank you. lush and gorgeous, straight to the soul.
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Thank you, my friend.
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Oh! This made me laugh. God will have her little joke. I found out today my kitty has a heart murmur. On any other day I would have looked here and seen depth, poignancy, beauty. Today the coincidental topicality of your poem amused me. I laughed.
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So sorry about your kitty!
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