We often wash our minds clean here on memory lane, so what was a dark portrait is illumined once again.
Daily random memories wash up on the shore while sadder associations stand waiting by the door.
I do not choose remembering the dark spots in our past. It is the brighter moments that I prefer to last.
The heart I formed from copper, the heart you carved of wood. All the broken contracts healed by all the good.
Love stories come in fits and starts and so it was with ours— we must choose our final endings by our selective powers
to decide what we will sift from memory’s fine sand, and though the bitter moments haven’t been fully banned,
I daily choose the moments that I will remember— that March day when our love was young, not your final September.
When I met Bob, he was teaching art in Canyon Country, California. One day he brought me this pouch necklace he had made of leather in class. Inside was a wooden heart with his initial on one side and my initial on the other. Yes. I had to marry the man. Later, with his encouragement, I became a metalsmith and formed this heart out of copper for him. The pouch now also contains a lock of his hair, a lock of mine, a miniature bar of chocolate–his favorite food on earth–and a tiny dinosaur carved by one of his small sons in the studio where he worked with his dad. When I admired it, he gave it to me, just as Bob gave to me the family he brought with him when we married.
You’ve piqued my curiosity, riled up my blood. Brand new possibilities surge in like a flood. Sages say enchantment is magic of a kind that brings down your defenses and permeates your mind with fantastic possibilities that make it fully probable that heavy hearts inflate until they are light and bobbable.
See them on the tide line, floating all about— free of any tether and free of any doubt. A sea of love ‘s an image once rendered in a song that catches in our hearts and makes them sing along. They form a soft accompaniment to the real world’s roar that’s telling us we’re not the type a lover would adore.
But you’ll find that hearts may come in many makes and guises, and when you set your heart adrift, it just may yield surprises.
The prompt words today were sage, pique, enchantment and blood.
Dim Sum are little love poems shaped like a heart. I challenge every reader
to write one and send it to me! For the fun of it, I made mine into a chain of hearts.
When you rise hours early
to stand in front of the window
and watch for the UPS truck,
I shift my dreaming over
to your warm pillow.
If you are a child,
I am a
has become the new hearth
and heart of our home, now
glowing out in the darkness
long after we have moved
to the room next door
to try to sleep
on the wall of every room
speaks its midnight language
and intrudes into my dreams,
each one telling me I am
another hour closer