Do not leave a heart yet shattered -
Shards of glass upon the floor
Lying there, profuse and scattered,
Splintered soul, bereft and sore
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Few are those who see with their own eyes and feel with their own hearts.- Albert Einstein. I believe you are one of the few Val.
Delightful and heartwarming affections excellently conveyed.
really enjoyed reading this Val, yes a broken heart needs time indeed. Thanks for sharing. Bev x
This poem is like a song of the nightingale in my ears It is like a budding rose in front of my eyes Lavender to my nose Really superb poetry, Valerie, I love it
I adore this, and especially the last Stanza (i hope i interpretted the meaning correctly)
Shattered for a while... Then bounces back a life solidly structured on love, care and mutual concern. Valerie, your experiences in life have made you a counsellor for broken hearts too.
So true Val. I have experienced very bad times that I thought might break me, but, as you put it, my heart rose again to shine.
Your words mean so much Valerie and you have certainly EARNT top spot without asking. Well done.
Beautifully expressed Val, as if being caressed. Your book of poems should be put together soon I hope, as I shall be your #1 devoted fan. You are 'THE BEST'... and write so elegantly and in perfect flow. Thanks for sharing.
Such lofty sentiments lavished on shattered souls in exuberant poetic diction! ! Great!
Reminds me somehow of Fergal Sharkeys song A Good Heart nice write Val.
Hearts you see - broken to pieces Under feet, but you're in haste... You are running, flying, flickering As the flash in night or day... Time is passing... Hearts rots down... Where was aim of your haste? ... If you picked up the only one heart - May be you had a success...
A sublime poem written so well to rhyme and rhythm.I enjoyed the great write. In this connection I request you to go through my poem -I can forget it.-which also deals with the same theme. Thanks and best wishes. Chandra Thiagarajan
A beautiful poem, and it is true a broken heart can be fixed.
A Celeste was heard in the background as I read this, together they worked as love birds. Let us learn to fix hearts from your talented hands. Another lovely read.