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Heart Woken by My Dearheart


You have woken my heart,

Desiring love unspoken.

 Is that my dearheart?

I am too old, for a love token

Finding more than promises,

But, life is still carousels

Wild people, crazy and scary.

In my world are great surprises,

Many lives are zombie glary.

Not ready for a… wedding bells.


Battles won and lost

In my mind’s eye.

Compassion was a cost.

Many days staring in sky.

God, can you see?

a world under some spell.

Have you lost Your zeal.

Coming here to be.

Knowing wars, you can quell.

Compassion now carbon steel?


Having been a woman, of scorn.

Having been a woman,  idolized.

Having been a woman, too worn.

Having been a woman, too civilized.

Having been a woman, too much younger.

Having been a woman,  loving all along.

Having been a woman,  of distain.

Having been a woman, in hungers.

Having been a woman, in the wrong.

Having been a woman, with a brain.


Finding the man, who is past born,

Finding  the man, that I idolized,

Finding the man, seemingly forlorn.

Finding the man, too civilized.

Finding the man, not too much younger.

Finding the man, loving all along.

Finding the man, who sees no distain.

Finding the man, seeing me hungers.

Finding the man, who is never wrong.

Finding the man, with a brain.

  1. October 31, 2012 at 2:46 am

    Beautiful vivid rhymes here. So interesting .k.


  2. October 31, 2012 at 4:15 am

    Reflections of man and woman and so many things. Yet still talking about it so questions remain. Thanks!


  3. October 31, 2012 at 6:10 am

    Great use of repetition, really a great shift in the way you read this. Excellent job. The questions are very effective as well. Thanks


  4. October 31, 2012 at 10:12 am

    ha, love how the last two mirror each other with the opporsite…or is that the answer? and the questioning of god and the carousel…i know them…


  5. October 31, 2012 at 3:29 pm

    I love how your contrasted the needs and wants, especially a woman, in hungers with “finding the man, seeing me hungers–well done!


  6. November 1, 2012 at 4:28 am

    smiles…now they seem to be a perfect match…just saying…smiles


  7. November 1, 2012 at 11:34 am

    Hmmmmm, curious. Finding lovers with a weathered soul and all the insight and dullness that comes with that. Looking for freshness and excitingness or at least longing for it. Lots of images here. Fun.


  8. November 1, 2012 at 2:33 pm

    The repetitions heightened the emotion and the stakes, demanding to be heard and it seems to me that love demands. It wants more from the other, from life, from God. Thought provoking verse!


  9. November 1, 2012 at 3:58 pm

    you took one of my favourite word/image/connotation capsules, ie carousel, and used it in the most excellent orbit of repetition and concentration of endings, which being circular appears confined (i imagine this is in line with inner voice design) but i feel, in the writing, a static horse breathes Pegasus, and this is the longest sentence ever! 😀


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