Written for: dVerse Poets Pub - Haibun: Heart
(posted by Frank J. Tassone)
"Let’s face it: we are in the heart of winter—or summer if you live south of the equator. Perhaps it’s time we confronted the heart of the matter. Or we face up to the fact that the heart is a lonely hunter. Maybe we don’t have to heart to tell anyone. Or we’re just fascinated by the heart, that tireless, chambered muscle pumping our blood every minute of our lives."
Readied for bed. Oh no! A burning heat sears my chest.
Is the pain spreading? Check left arm. By now, so panic-
stricken I cannot tell if I feel any sensation.
No fever, no nausea–good signs.
Could it be? I quickly chew some Tums. Heartburn has me
in its throes.
sits by a lake
sees movement in spring breeze–jumps.
reflection distorts face
I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York.
My goal is to create and share poetry with others
who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve
in you, and feel your sparks as well.
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Ah, false alarm.
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