A Poem by Ed Hart




it would be nice

not to be bent

like this tree

carrying the curve of the hill

the wind does it

or someone in childhood

who plants fear in our roots

it would be nice

to disappear

into a woman's heart

dancing can do it

until we call for more wine

to fuel our crowded feet

no sense wanting

what wasn't made or graced

it's just i can't help noticing

this old world growing older

© 2017 Ed Hart

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Those bent trees that influence out moments, a womans heart and a mans can come together in this way as well.

Posted 11 Months Ago

This is fantastic.....a great addition to a collection of prose that should be gathered for a book. ...it would be nice to disappear into a woman's heart...wow that is dripping with truth. Until we call for more wine to fuel our crowded feet....I am lost in that lines beauty...simple words full of painted layers. A grand write.

Posted 11 Months Ago

the river carries us ever forward, but listening to its waters, we can perhaps have a few moments in the waves

Posted 11 Months Ago

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Added on April 9, 2017
Last Updated on April 10, 2017


Ed Hart
Ed Hart

Olympia, WA

3/11/17, i am taking this way to notify my friends and readers that several months ago i was given my walking papers from this dimension...i have pancreatic cancer, stage 4, metastasized...so, you can.. more..

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