tmbt: water returning to the heart

And the joy fell like a feather slowly but surely to and fro, to meet the millions of moments collected before her. To and fro, landing sweetly a top the universe-old pile, stones below, rose petals above.

And the hope fell like the petal of the rose flitting sweetly from the sky to her gathering, catching the sun and holding the shadow, one against and between the other, until settling lightly atop so many changing petals of the now and past, feathers below, and stones even further still.

And disappointment fell like a pebble, quickly tossed directly through the layers, falling, clinking onto the forever gone fears settled and settling at the bottom of this tenderized heart.

And in the landing… in the landing was a shaking, a gentle nudging of the rest, a stirring of each and every last memoy held here by salt and water, air and light. And in the quiet resonance of these landings, the elements rose most beautifully up and up and up until the eyes blinked them back to the sky by way of cheeks and chin and fingers lightly assisting, lovingly tender from your hands.

And in your eyes, this most beautiful thing was simply, softly returning to my heart to start again anew a history of love found everywhere, and most certainly right here. Most certainly.

Photo by Toni Frissell seen at Shorpy.

~ by HeatherArtLife on January 31, 2011.

7 Responses to “tmbt: water returning to the heart”

  1. You must be the angel of poetry.

    • Mossy, you are such a dear… always so kind and lovely with your comments. I love staying connected to you on the blog. 🙂 Yes! In Santiago! Loving it and digging that mid-Cali weather and vibe… blissful, yet fast-moving… grand! xo Heather

  2. corazón lleno, corazón al tope… tan lleno que llegó a sentir la garganta apretada, había crecido y estaba lleno; colmaba su pecho. Consciente sonreía observando la emoción y feliz sentía. No necesitaba explicación… se llenaba cada vez más, de pronto la música, el color del cielo verde cubierto de hojas y una caricia en la mano dejó atrás la mirada y lágrimas brotaron de sus ojos, sus ojos cerrados sintieron húmedas las mejillas, los labios, el mentón y por el cuello lágrimas de amor regresaron al corazón.

  3. I wish that my responses could be as eloquent as your poems. Anyway I enjoy them very much.

    I wonder if you would be willing to help get me started writing songs. As you know I have written some poems, and I would like to put them to music but I have had no success when I try to come up with music.

    • 🙂 sweet Mossy! Songs, huh? Let’s talk about that via email… sounds fun to me, and your beautiful poems would make great songs! Drop me a line and we’ll go from there as time permits my friend… xo

  4. Hey! Did you get my email?

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