What happens
When the crust cracks,
Exposing my tender heart?
People die of a broken heart, they say.
Do they not also live more fully
With a heart so blown open,
Anyone at all can walk in
And make themselves at home?
The light's always on in this tiny inn,
The welcome mat extended,
A burbling fountain,
A warm bath, a nourishing meal.
Conversation echoes long into the night.
Death wants to make my acquaintance.
Stealthy steps steal down the passageway.
Now, you say, I must put up my guard,
deflect the inevitable invitation.
Who's to say?
YOU ARE READING
Magpie Pearls
Poetry~ This poetic journey started when I began questioning why I write poetry. The assumption I'd come across pearls of wisdom to impart is quickly challenged by readers of "Magpie Pearls", leading me to explore truth in a broader sense. Is truth univer...
