heart

he calls a spade a spade

she calls a spade a heart

 

she finds his poems

buried under snowbank

extracts them

absorbs words

tucks them into warm coat pocket

for poetry is indeed art

 

he calls a spade a spade

she calls a spade a heart

 

by mary ann blinkhorn

 

 

13 thoughts on “heart

  1. free penny press says:

    what a lovely little poem..:-)

  2. Caddo Veil says:

    Oh WOW, I like this!!

  3. mypenandme says:

    Entitled, HEART and written by my heart. Thanks so much. 🙂

  4. ManicDdaily says:

    Lovely. A wonderfully poignant (and compressed) sketch of a relationship. K .

  5. dtangle says:

    he calls a spade a spade

    she calls a spade a heart
    – beautiful

  6. j3ssi33ss3x says:

    Reblogged this on The Three G's.

  7. Your April posts collectively read like April in all its colour and emotion and poetry made so tangible! Wonderful to read this.

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