Let bleeding hearts of the world unite!
Drenched in sorrow,
only those whose
hearts have been shredded
dare apply.
Deep calls to deep,
affliction meets misery,
grief grows rapport
like a second skin,
fitted like misfortune’s glove.
Heartache’s brine
seasons souls scrupulously
and breeds empathy
that is released,
spores of mercy,
descending like dew
on bleeding hearts of the world.
Let them all unite!
Meanwhile, Melody Muses... 
I love this, of course–my 2 fave phrases are “rapport like a second skin”, and “misfortune’s glove”. Great work–and I do believe my application will be accepted. God bless you–love, Caddo
I think you’re already ‘in’! 🙂 I have found quite a few floating around in cyber-space – and living to write about it. A strong bond, for sure!
Not exactly a club we dreamed of being members in–but I’ll trust God’s judgment, eh?
Indeed! 🙂
Ooh, Melody waxes especially melodious with this one. Sweetness and liberality drawn taut between the poles of hope and brokenness.
Wow – you should really write poetry. You have a wonderful way with words! 🙂
Well shucks, that’s a great idea.
I think I’ll get started, e’en though we’ve departed.
To that end I go,
much more word play to show;
then no one can call me retarded…(how am I doing so far?)
Words actually fail me. I am write-less…… 🙂