Love Is A Seedling Poem by Lodigiana Poetess

My heart was broken yesterday or was it just today?

When time lost all its meaning and its form.

Within nostalgic space created somethings taken root

to cloud the vision of serenity I invoked.

A growing sense of rhythm out of time and notation beat

that played its tune around my heart and slowed my dancing feet;

The profundity of pain, like penetrated shrapnel shards,

disabling thoughts, emotions, truths and mangling a heart;

Put a hand inside my empty soul it echoes like a tomb,

but in the void created I now know that there is room

within that space that has no form or shape or even name,

to let in light and germinate, a better love to bloom.