To D.
He is
all heart:
a naked,
walking,
talking
heart now...
After an accident,
after a loss,
his eyes, his mind,
refused to digest
the too crude facts;
sometimes refused
to work;
But not his heart;
it even opens more,
like tulip,
soak with tears:
it grows...
Heartless and soulless we run amuck Until we get a jolt; Once awakened we are all heart, The frivolous ego is molt. And then, “it even opens more, like tulip, soak with tears: it grows...” You are superb in your choice of similes, metaphors and silken imagery. Thank you for sharing the beautiful lines.
A tribute to the father. Just as well that somebody does it. Compliments to its author.
Clearly an inspired piece that sees the heart of one who perseveres in the face of adversity. The image of his heart opening up like a tulip watered by tears is simply beautiful. Lovely poem Onelia. justine.
last two lines are testmony to your compassion...not everyone can think of such imagery...my heartful surrender!
After the accident a new life, all growth blossoming tulips spreading touching our souls. Thank you for this, Avelar
heart - tulip analogy is more than visual - it is a visceral analogy... and so apt. Rgds, Ivan
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
So touchy poem! The mode of presentation is quiet different. As if nothing happend, but everything occured! The last lines are wonderful.10 for it.