Thursday, January 5, 2017
A gift: A recording of heartbeats
The nights tear me blue
You listen with grateful tears
And gift me with this: heartbeats
His. My beloved.
Sunshine spills, tangerine sweet
Melting winter chill, bleak grey
Drum beats - strong, steady.
I hear his voice, hued with youth,
mischief, and belly laughter-
Four years of silence.
You're not a stranger but kin
Not by blood, but hearts spared, shared-
Posted for D'verse Poets Pub - Poetry form is Choka hosted by Gayle Walters Rose. I used the structure of the unit onji (19 syllables): (5 - 7 - 7) (5 - 7 - 7) per stanza. Join us when the pub opens at 3pm EST.
I was reading some wonderfully nice stories about heart (organ) donations. In particular, I was struck with the story of a woman meeting an older man with her young son's heart. I am a registered organ and tissue donor in Ontario. If you are not yet registered, consider being a organ donor and make a difference in someone's else life.