Love is always shot,
Through,
With that salt,
Which joy never lacks.
Happy needs unhappy,
Heart to be warmed,
A sharpened shard of,
A hardened throbbing heart,
At home in it’s lovers breast be.
I believe I wrote this in response to one of Cynthia's haiku.
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2 comments:
Hi A., Wow, I'm just reading your
poem now. Thrilled that anything
I may have written informed a tiny
bit of your poetry.
Iron sharpens iron.
The tiny pith of pain at times
may sharpen the pleasure of love
or at least make us more appreciative.
Thanks!
Cynthia -
I have in you,
Found a muse,
In which my writing,
I can't refuse,
And it is darned fun! :)
peace
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