"leaned On a Heart"

I glared out from my window and found a different place...
Where I once ran too before I fell from grace...
My eyes saw something that blinded my decisions...
I leaned on a heart that was not purely inspirations...
All at once the bottom fell out and my cries began to sing...
I walked lightly through a mind field like a butterfly's wing...
Still my steps hit a few and my heart drained on the floor...
This shiny apple's beauty showed the bruises from the core...
The breeze shoots through my window like cold water on my face...
And then these thoughts scatter away leaving a nothing but a trace...
Trust was tested and faith was taken on a ride...
Looks from my window are now clear from the inside...
There is only one place to lean my heart and know it won't break...
Its here at home with my love in a place where there are no stakes...
Copyright © | Year Posted 2010

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Shango Avatar
November 21, 2010 at 7:00 AM
The world seems to become more and more a dangerous place to negotiate ... more so for poets who are condensed into their words ... but inside the house, Michael, it is such a small universe ... we go in, but we come again like the sun from behind its clouds.
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November 19, 2010 at 8:47 PM
Just don't stay "inside" too long, Michael, especially if you live alone. Yes, "there are no stakes" or risks, but sometimes taking the risk can be worth it. Enjoyed the imagery and metaphors in your poem! Love, Carolyn
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November 19, 2010 at 12:20 PM
Super powerful and intense write Michael.. those lines: I walked lightly through a mind field like a butterfly's wing, still my steps hit a few and my heart drained on the floor... awesome.. just a lovely expression ..and the ending .. always nice to run to a pair of luving waiting arms who really care... so glad we can share that with our respective luvs.... Super my White Knight.. your Jersey Girl forever and always ..luv..
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November 19, 2010 at 10:57 AM
What a beautiful piece Michael, the realisation that what you were searching for was right in front of you all the time.. Love this write, hope your weekend will be a relaxing one after the busy week you had.. Love Wilma
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