Mark Heathcote

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Winding Its Way Backwards… - Poem by Mark Heathcote

In my heart, I have a flower
It’s scented. Have you not seen it?
Have you not yet—found that bower?
Not pricked one forefinger on it.

It, lies beside a stream, winding
It’s way backwards, to a garden,
Said one-time, to be called Eden.
Love, I’m not just eulogizing…

Find that bower, follow its scent.
Right to the flower’s heart, still rent
On loving you, it’s a serpent.
That’s fanged but lovingly verdant.

Bitten you’re emitted, a death
So, enigmatic the world pales
And like a honey-bee beneath
-Sepals amassing nectar bales...

You shall find the first flower, borne
Somewhere withstood the gaze of love.
You might think this flower lowborn
Found, there’s nothing sweeter above.

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  • Kumarmani Mahakul (11/23/2015 12:23:00 PM)

    Love lies behind wind of streaming. Very interesting and amazing sharing done really. Wisely penned poem shared with reality. Nice sharing.10 (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, November 23, 2015

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