My Heart Map
Starting off in the center of the heart
we have dogs, children, and cats, playing and frolicking
From there we can spread out in several directions
Poetry village is to the north where poems land gently on our heads
Traveling down through our shoulders, and touching our souls
while we sleep
If we prefer to go east, we land in artistic paint meadow
Where faeries, elves, and mushroom houses entice cartooning
To the west is a meadow full of deer who give us a meditative vibe.
South? Um....I am not sure you are ready for that yet.
Okay, maybe you are.
Come join me, and let's be wild and carefree, reliving the seventies.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2021
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