Hidden Hearts


Hear the breeze?

She articulates her
whim. Her will’s
another story
Hear the beat?

The art we are
(our center)
doesn’t have a color,
…………….or size.

Oh, we’ve had it.

We’re going out
to make some



Prompted by Lill’s Poetics over at dVerse. Come play! 


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11 Responses to Hidden Hearts

  1. lillian says:

    Love it! 🙂 LOVE the last stanza 🙂 Heart-shaped mud pies??? 🙂

  2. frankhubeny says:

    Nice ending with mud pies. Probably better than the alternatives of progress and noise.

  3. Glenn Buttkus says:

    So lovely & whimsical–always cool the diversity of poetic responses one encounters; big smile.

  4. Grace says:

    Make some noise and mudpies ~ Love this De ~

  5. kim881 says:

    Now mud pies sound like a great idea – I’ve plenty of mud in my garden!

  6. NJ says:

    Reminds me of my childhood where my friends and I would sit around the garden and make mud pies 🙂

  7. sanaarizvi says:

    Gorgeous, gorgeous, gorgeous write, De!❤️

  8. mudpies… that’s joy when it’s best… love it.

  9. Angela says:

    I’m reminded of the less cautious times of the Heart, when the heart lead the brain without such a fight. Mud pies….yes!

  10. kaykuala h says:

    Hear the breeze, hear te beat?

    Very much so, De! The heart and what’s good in nature certainly can jive together


  11. Just Barry says:

    I needed a dose of your whimsical, positive flow! Let’s all go out and make some noisy, progressive mudpies together!

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