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It Hangs on My Heart

Poetry By: jlwarrenwriter

This is what hangs on my heart.

Submitted:Oct 8, 2012    Reads: 7    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   

It Hangs on My Heart
A sheepish persona traversing slender actions unseen
The spirit of something Divine
Gifts treasured in a blanket of internal sanctuary
Blossoming features of duplicity
Graves marked only by the people who visit them
Time carries on in limited disclosure
Regrets come from a placid place of inner knowledge
Trying to break from complacent postures of indifference
Kissing the honey lips of silence
Troublesome dreams...
Or maybe a prophetic symbol of the time at hand
Which power divinely empowers you?
Speak of secrets unheard
Travel with the lightness of spring in gypsies poses
Every step a deeply seeded secret-a gift
What to pass on and what to keep personal and private
Neil Diamond sings "Stones" in a meter oftime unparalleled
Creeping into the places not yet protected
Keeping close to the heart of your soul-today-always
Will you play me like a record?
With all the scratches and skips as in days of past times long ago
The flesh and the spirit collide-responsive to the true nature of life
This is what hangs on my heart


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