A Pluck On My Heart Poem by Doris Cornago
A Pluck On My Heart
Renewed, washed like laundry on a clothesline
Waving in the wind, one of a kind, not a hint
Once magic was there, none compared
With the verve and vitality of me
Eyes bright, face alight
Life is kind, all
Delighted
Me
Then
We drifted
An hour, a day
Until no music came
On hearing your footsteps
No violins on hearing your voice
Moonlight sonata became a dirge on
My heart, negligence became a searing pain
A pluck on my heart, jarring my irresolute brain
Emptied the soiled clothes on the washing machine
Redirecting your anger and pain into something productive like washing dirty clothes is one solution to surviving a breakup. Or taking up some craft like molding a likeness of your subject from sticky clay - be sure to shape the nose just so. Or learn painting from YouTube - high emotions will produce a lot of evocative still lifes or abstracts.
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8/6/2025 12:46:06 PM # 1.0.0
Moonlight sonata became a dirge on heart. Magic was there that renewed. An amazing verse is beautifully designed by words and shared. This is basing on your experience of life.10
Thank you Kumarmani. In this way, pain becomes beautiful - the way you look at it. :)