I ... entered the poem of life, whose purpose is ... simply to witness the beauties of the world,
to discover the many forms that love can take. (Barabara Blackman in 'Glass After Glass')

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31 July 2016

'Because It Is My Heart ...'

I place it in a small, enclosed garden
with a view of sky
and expansive trees.
Twined vines
dangle orange trumpets 
down the surrounding fences.
(Winter flowers. In Spring
will come pale, floppy stars.)
My black cat with white whiskers 
is here too – because.


























10 lines for Because It Is My Heart – Micro Poetry at 'imaginary garden with real toads'.

Title from Stephen Crane: 'The Black Riders and Other Lines' (though his use of it is very different from this!).


14 comments:

  1. I love it, your adorable yard, your cat and you.

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  2. A lovely spot and words to celebrate it.

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  3. So very sweet and poignant too. k.

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  4. Beautiful and very telling. Love the very sharp, "Because".

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  5. I love the floppy stars--sounds like a place a heart can rest.

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  6. Ah, Golden Shower. My favourite winter bloomer... seems the ideal spot for a poet and her cat!

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    1. This is called Orange Trumpet Creeper. (Maybe different vines, or same with different names in different countries?)

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  7. Black cat with white whiskers, how nice Rosemary!

    http://imagery77.blogspot.my/2016/07/trained-his-sights-on-those-wanting.html


    Hank

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  8. A beautiful spot to place your heart

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  9. I love this poem's tummy:

    "Twined vines
    dangle orange trumpets
    down the surrounding fences."

    Also the three lines above (its chest) and the four lines below (its booty and legs). ;)

    In other words, this poem has a mighty sexy body!

    "will come pale, floppy stars" ... I can so get down with that.

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  10. Rosemary I do love this small, cozy space--complete with flowers and of course, your sweet cat. But it's the stars in Spring that would hold my heart there most! Thanks for sharing.

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  11. I love this story, and the way you ended it.

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  12. Everything here because before you say the word. You nailed it. A simple perfect weave.

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