Michael J. Falotico Poet Senryu

Once Held, Once Touched

March 13 20011



                                              I once held a heart..
                                       repaired the cracks and color..
                                            watched it love again..
                                            
                                             I once touched a soul..
                                        read to it and made it whole..
                                              then saw its my own..

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Wilma Neels March 27, 2011 at 1:27 PM Thanks Michael, definitely a favourite of mine.. Almost missed this profound write of yours.. love Wilma

Elizabeth Bark March 16, 2011 at 10:08 AM i really like this soupmail my dearfriend

Linda-Marie Sweetheart March 14, 2011 at 3:30 PM Appreciate Michael ..but Nikko said it is incorrect so have to redo it but ..don't know how to tackle it right now luv.. it is supposed to be an anagram on our names ..not the old poem entered.. so am confused.. talk about zzzzzzz ... don't be too bored luv.. and please check out my new contest ... Jersey Girl in confused mode ..

Carol Sunshine Brown March 14, 2011 at 6:13 AM After a very super weekend I am back at the soup reading. I enjoyed reading your poetry this morning Michael. There are so many diverse writers here and I am so happy I am able to read most of them. Have a wonderful week and may you find what you are looking for in life and in your writing. Love, Carol

Andrea Dietrich March 13, 2011 at 11:02 PM Eloquent senryu, Michael. Learning to feel with your own soul. Very interesting expression you described!

Caroline Cécile Delacroix March 13, 2011 at 9:17 PM WOW! Both great Senryu! Once sometimes it's all it takes. Thanks for sharing. Caroline.

Walayee Poet Lay Whitlock-Ishway March 13, 2011 at 7:52 PM Goose bumps fill my body as I read this Michael. Beautiful and true what words can do. They heal the soul and repair a broken heart; this is only the start... Love it! Lay

March 13, 2011 at 5:20 PM Another lovely write, Michael, you have a way. Alexa

Linda-Marie Sweetheart March 13, 2011 at 4:07 PM A special message held within loving lines Michael.. a treassure of emotion and wisdom my friend ... please read Lay's new blog on the contest we collaborated on ...u must also post our poem and enter it into her contest so please do and title it same as mine and write both our names on the bottom and I must attend to it right now... your loving words have held my heart and touched my soul .. forever and always luv.. from your Jersey Girl in artistic mode ...

Carolyn Devonshire March 13, 2011 at 3:58 PM This is exactly what some folks don't realize, Michael. We have to learn to heal ourselves. A deeply moving poem filled with wisdom. Love, Carolyn

Poet Destroyer A March 13, 2011 at 9:00 AM Super on this one... I can never say I healed a broken heart... you are a sweet man.. and I love the photo of you and your wife.. it is a strong picture of.. togetherness... love and joy this morning... take care p.d.

Michael J. Falotico March 13, 2011 at 8:55 AM The inner thoughts of a later in life Poet.. Enjoy your Sunday my Soup Family.. Always Michael