..
I am Orion’s belt, loosed.
The lightning in your eyes.
I am the plums.
(Forgive me.)
I am all thumbs,
and nonesuch things
hitchhiking on dragon kite strings.
I am your heart,
carried in mine.
I am the snowy woods
and the summer’s day
and the red, red rose.
Or maybe I am just
the
(so much depends)
red wheelbarrow
that carries you home.
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The wheelbarrow never gets old, but i really like this “I am Orion’s belt, loosed. The lightning in your eyes.”
Great opening for this poem
I am so in love with you. ❤
“I am
The lightning in your eyes.”
“I am your heart,
carried in mine.”
“Or maybe ..
the …
wheelbarrow
that carries you home.”
There is no greater truth.
Oh, my goodness! I think this is my favourite ever!