Kudzai Mhangwa Poet Free verse

The Heart Is a Brittle Instrument

The heart is a brittle instrument,
play it too softly and no delight does it make
Play it too hard and it breaks. 

Love is such bitter despair,
love too hard and you are burnt to ash
Love not enough and watch the fireflies easily go off.

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Demetrios Trifiatis December 5, 2017 at 8:07 AM Very true my friend, Kudzai, that is why Aristotle has taught us to find the "golden mean" between the extremes so as fine music to produce and heavenly love to feel! Kudzai Mhangwa December 5, 2017 at 5:40 PM Hey Demitrios! I like that teaching by Aristotle, you are always my fountain of wisdom! Thank you very much for your kind words

Andrea Dietrich December 3, 2017 at 5:20 PM This is really nice. I especially loved the first little stanza, excellent analogy. Kudzai Mhangwa December 3, 2017 at 10:49 PM Thank you Andrea!

Beejadhur Sewumber December 3, 2017 at 4:50 PM Good write, Kudzai. It seems we are all squeezed between too little and too much. True, The effect is certain. Kudzai Mhangwa December 3, 2017 at 10:49 PM Yes indeed, we are caught between a rock and a hard place. Thanks for stopping by