how the heart holds on

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nobody knows
   when the wine glass overflows
how the heart holds on

   to dried flowers as they crumble
       and the sound of a shattering vase
cutting through quiet

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Reviews

[Beccy]

How difficult it is, in fact, how well nigh impossible it is, to know when to let go, and I would warrant that there are very few people on this planet who have never experienced such a dilemma.

But then again, hope springs eternal in the human psyche, always has, always will.

Beccy.

[Ana Papaya]

Thank you so much for visiting this one Beccy and sharing your thoughts.

[James]

We hold on so tight, that's why it hurts so much when it all breaks.

[Ana Papaya]

So true. Thank you James! Hope you're doing well!

[moog-drika]

That's intriguing.
Wish I could control time to make the memories permanently present keeping the flowers fresh for good.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

the heart holds on to memories so hard it often shatters the glass...
of the vase that holds those dried thoughts pressed between pages
of what is left of us.
j.

[Coyote Poetry]

You said so much in so few words dear Ana. Deep thoughts were written in the poetry. Quiet, can make us dig deeper into understanding of our life. Thank you for sharing the outstanding poetry.
Coyote

[Just Kim]

a very intriguing write here, enjoyed this

[Patricia Wedel]

A very romantic "Aria" ... a Treasure of high value.
tenderly, Pat

[Lorry]

Is the glass ful or pre-empty? A handy hint is a pint mug or drink straight from the bottle. The results may be as confusing, but at least the hangover will make you forget the flower sender and put the broken glass down to a possible unforgettable night you haven't the time to remember yet. 🤗
Who needs glasses, half full, empty or other, when you have another bottle on standby, for when you get over the headache and promises of "never again" 😊
Hope you're all safe and well.

[Ana Papaya]

Hi lorry,thank you
Hope you're well!

[Lorry]

You too Ana, in these strangest of strange times. 😊

[Einstein Noodle]

i have missed you Anna! i noticed your avatar on a poem i was reading and was delighted .. i have not seen you around for quite some time .. i think the title is integral with your poem . i think when we do that it gives strength to the whole thing .. the minimalist always appeals to me .. the font on reading gives it a sweeping line that adds to romance in this ... the immersion of your opening lines and i think i drank too much .. the crumbling flowers held .. send the pain right to my heart and the shattering vase screams between my ears and i feel its brokenness ... such a short, emotive piece .. drew me in and drenched me in a drunken cry :((((((((((((((((( well done says i! absolutely would not even think to change a thing
E.

[Ana Papaya]

Thanks so much :)

[Einstein Noodle]

:).............................

[T.S. Ulmus]

Have you read the lines of this poem in reverse order? You'd have to remove the "and" in the penultimate line but it is quite stirring. I like what you've done here in any order. I don't mean to tell an artist what color blue to paint the sky, just a respectful observation from a colleague.

[Ana Papaya]

Thank you so much.
I'd paint the sky black with white polka dots.