Sunday, May 22, 2016
Scold
It doesn't do to die in May
when all the world is waking
to close your eyes to blue skies
your ears to chirp and chatter
to lay cold hands upon your chest
as if it didn't matter
the lilac bush has run amuck
and seeds wait to be planted.
It doesn't do to stop your heart
in midst of all this blooming
while my poor heart so full of love
is beating
beating
beating.
Bridget Harwell
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The first 7 words are a wonderful line. I have been repeating it to myself all week since I read this first.
Thank you. The line came into my head a couple of weeks ago and the poem followed the next day.
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