Sunday, April 23, 2006

Where Is Your Heart

Where is your heart,
day after the rain?
Is it wringing out wash
you left hanging
to catch night tears?
Is it wandering
a dirt road
with dust groupies
circling,
like scavengers,
tearing at your steps?
Did you throw it
on a night stand, like
quarters, dimes and keys,
while you wrapped around foreign words
under sheets you didn’t know?
It’s not here with me
sharing birdsong and petrichor;
where is your heart,
day after the rain?

(all rights reserved Pat Paulk 2006)

9 comments:

Anonymous said...

Every time I read this one, it makes me feel like crying in a good way.

J. Andrew Lockhart said...

very nice --- very thoughtful--

Natalia L. Rudychev said...

Deep, thoughtful, and at the same time light like the drops gliding from leaf to leaf after the rain.

Pris said...

I like this!

I've just now been able to get blogger to post for me (my own blog or comments), but here I am, better late than never:-)

polona said...

great!

floots said...

beautiful
and you've taught me a new word
petrichor - i will savour it
cheers

Pat Paulk said...

AA, thank you, as always!!

Thanks Andrew!

Natalia, I have contemplated the depth of a raindrop, and, found it was too deep for me. Thank you!!

Pris, thank you! No schedules here, just moments!

Ah, Polona, we continue to trade our praise back and forth. Hopefully, for a very long time!! (birthdays withstanding)

Floots I would like to take credit for that but here's where I got it and fell in love with it!
http://firefliesandpetrichor.blogspot.com/

Tim, don't let the pondering get too long and burdensome. Thanks!!

Russell Ragsdale said...

This is wonderful Pat! This sings an excellent song and makes rhymes in never heard syllables. I laughed, I cried, I crawled away in hopes of sleep and clawed against the night for morning.

sangeet said...

Lovely..evocative Pat!

Sangeet