The heart is the safest place to store what’s valuable.
Linked to Linda G. Hill’s One-Liner Wednesday and Debbie Roth’s Forgiving Fridays.
One-Liner Wednesday — Happy-ness
Tag: heart
One-Liner Wednesday — Reason
Our minds rationalize our hearts’ desires.
Linked to Linda G. Hill’s One-Liner Wednesday.
One-Liner Wednesday — Understanding
Understanding opens the heart so it can accept more.
Linked to Linda G. Hill’s One-Liner Wednesday.
One-Liner Wednesday — Heart
If you don’t have a heart there’s always a good reason to give someone hell.
Linked to Linda G. Hill’s One-Liner Wednesday.
The Opening — #writephoto Sight
Even a thick, stone wall can have an opening letting light through like a window with a rock-hard frame. Outside our window two cars stopped. The front car was undamaged. The front bumper of the rear car, however, hung almost to the ground which made the accident look worse than it was.
Standing on the grass a sixteen-year-old girl watched an older woman, the driver of the front car, examine the damages. Her brother stood by her side ready to act if there was anything he needed to do, but there wasn’t much he could do.
A third car arrived. A second woman stepped out and the two adults talked. The second woman gave the first her insurance information and then she walked to her daughter. One could sense the daughter’s tears hiding behind her eyes and deepening frown. I imagine she wanted to know what was so wrong with her that she could have unintentionally and unexpectedly damaged her family.
Her mother’s arms opened and wrapped themselves around her daughter. Now we all have these openings, if we want to use them, but sometimes, perhaps because the fairy tales we tell ourselves aren’t real, we do not think we do. Anyway, without demanding an explanation, the mother emptied the tears hiding in her daughter’s heart through the opening of her own.
Linked to Sue Vincent’s #writephoto Sight. She provided the photo for the prompt.
My Heart Stays With My Dreams
At times I cannot find my dreams
Or fear what they might be:
Hidden habits I don’t want
With burdens blinding me?
With them my heart stays anyway.
My mind’s not far behind
Though searching for some better dreams
If better I might find.
Linked to dVerse Quadrille hosted by De Jackson here, aka WhimsyGizmo, with prompt word “dream”.
Photos: “My Heart is Where My Dreams Are” above and “Other Heart-Dream Locations” below by the author linked to K’lee and Dale’s Cosmic Photo Challenge with theme “where is your heart?” The first photo is also my answer to Jane Dougherty’s challenge to show the surroundings where we write.
The End
The good thing is I can forget
The tasks I’ll leave undone.
Another whom I haven’t met
May stop to pick up one.
It does not matter in the end
When time looks frail and tossed.
Let’s make amends, my passing friends,
Since only love’s not lost.
Linked to dVerse Poetics where Paul is hosting on the theme “The End”.
Photo: “From Behind” by the author.
Home Tour
Let us climb these well worn stairs,
Light above and peace throughout.
Heart tells mind, “Don’t worry here.
Love will show us all about.”
Linked to dVerse Open Link Night hosted by Björn.
Photo: “Going Up” by the author. Linked to jasenphoto’s Tuesday Photo Challenge where the prompt is “steps”.
I am also linking this to Jill Lyman’s July Challenge. Consider this an eight line poem of which I’ve written only the first four lines.
I’m exploring medieval lyrics. I think the above might be called “trova romantica” with form and style related to the troubadours. I’m trying to use the Portuguese Redondilha maior meter, a seven syllable line with the last syllable accented, but I might be missing something.
Announcement
The Spring issue (Vol 97, No 2) of The Lyric Magazine, “the oldest magazine in North America devoted to traditional poetry”, arrived in the mail. It contains my poem, “Chutes and Ladders”. I am grateful to the editor, Jean Mellichamp Milliken, for selecting it.
Savasana
This final pose is what I’m waiting for.
The stillness I can give, I can receive.
A song to oceans takes me to their shores
Where waves of freedom soothe me to believe.
While reason’s tracks and shadows yearn for more
The heart will tell me what I should achieve.
Today is one more opportunity
To breathe in gifts the winds bring from the sea.
Linked to dVerse Poetics hosted by Lillian with the prompt “gift”.
Song: “So Much Magnificence” sung by Miten with Deva Premal
YouTube video channel: LightOmega12
Photo: “Toes and Tracks” by the author. Linked to Mundane Monday 112th Week Challenge.
Ego Brain Heart Self
The brain feels crueler than the beating heart.
The gut is grosser resting further down.
Not being robots we are not that smart.
Our hearts don’t understand an AI frown.
The brain helps us when there’s a need to cope,
Anticipate how we should make some move.
Our hearts beat on beyond with rhythmic hope
Way past the need to optimize or prove.
The Moon and Mars are places we have sent
These little brains to tell us what they find.
The heart goes where no robot ever went.
We’re wise to kept our precious hearts behind.
Although we’d lose a game of chess to it,
We’ve sheltered hearts with love because of it.
Linked to dVerse Have a Heart! hosted by Lillian.
Linked to imaginary garden with real toads The Tuesday Platform.
Photo: “Heart Green Shelter” by the author.
My interest in the heart and brain connection comes from reading Rollin McCraty’s articles on the science of the heart.
Poetry, Short Prose and Walking 