I HEAR YOUR HEART...

The human spirit is really not meant to be an island..

Living in exile, separation, being alone, silent..

I listen,  I hear your heart as it speaks..
The  words are brave, but it's  spirit is weak..

Loneliness is a fear we never want to be..

Single, just you, no one else that I can see..

Yet deep within the sorrow,  you reach..

As if blind, you extend your hand, you seek..

Your countenance speaks more than your words..

Saddened, your face is etched with depth, brow furrowed..

Hours in silence, time evaporates into a new tomorrow.. 

The hourglass sands slowly give way to more sorrow..

Though your words are few.. I still hear the words of your heart..

I hear the longing of another soul  to while away time for a start...

To commune, to share, to laugh, to cry, to interact..

Yes, I hear your heart my friend..  Don't be sad..

Look  into the faces of strangers as you pass them..

Smile, nod, acknowledge.. act like they are your friend..

You  may be the only beam of light on their dark lonely path ...

Honor the golden rule my Creator said.. Let us all take it to the max...

Patsy McNutt Morgan 

09/12/13

MY HEART AND ME...

MY HEART AND ME...

I have come to a conclusion ..

My poems are my heart..

My heart express  words..

These words of my own..

No matter what others see.. 

These words are MY heart .

From my heart there are words 

that were held by chains..

No longer held in bondage..

My tattered heart unchained..

My thoughts are free..

I guess these poems were only

meant for me..

Patsy  

IN THE PARK...

IN THE PARK..

Don't you just love going to a park?

Where large trees shade and romances start ..

Where squirrels chase each other from tree to tree..

Where children play and laugh without  intensity..

The hot summer sun shines a little cooler there..

The grass is greener,  smells sweetly in the summer air..

There's a quiet calmness as people walk slowly about..

Young and old have left their burdens behind , there is no doubt..

There is a sense of harmony, of peace and blissful joy..

The park is filled with contentment in every girl and boy..

People meeting people,  relatives and friends..

To reunite their kindred spirits, the afternoon they spend..

Picnic tables full of food , a potluck dish  made by loving hands..

Blankets on the ground , folding chairs, paper plates used to feed the clan..

Park benches are there for the lovers, yes even the broken in spirit..

Some just read a book or gaze at the beautiful peaceful park, as they sit..

There is just such tranquility in the park where I ride..

I peddle through its beauty, its serenity as I glide by..

How I love to ride my bike through the park ...

Life just seems sweeter, calmer, less worrisome..

Not only for me,  but for all who embark..

Patsy McNutt Morgan

09/01/13