My heart was born,
an embryo, a pale and speckled thing; I
painted it with childish dreams, in rainbow shades of spring.
I thought it was a masterpiece, its shell Venetian glass; I put my gift upon
display, in Easter basket grass. When no one stopped or noticed it, I gazed about
in tears; I noted how the others looked, and painted mine like theirs. But ev’ry layer
colored in just added extra weight; its overburdened, hard-boiled shell soon learned
to hibernate. One day someone gathered it and leaned in for a peep; in his haste he
scrambled it, and tossed it in a heap. Hurt, it hid, and hidden, hurt, and nursed its
deviled thoughts; broken, beaten, in despair, pain fried its yolk in knots. Gentle eyes
began a search, intent upon a quest; Hunter, restless, overlooked the paint-by-number
nests. Gentle hands with kid-glove care collected, cracks and all; Humpty’s horses’
kingly men had no luck by his wall, but Hunter’s love was kingly glue, and whisked
the shattered shell back into its birthday state, and realigned each cell. Gentle
pressure peeled the paint, revealed its truest shade – Seeker sought and found
his prize, and put it on display. He tells me now he loves me true, though
still my cracks survive; but, incubated by his warmth,
my heart has come alive.
Meanwhile, Melody Muses... 
I love this.
Thanks! Glad you stopped by!
A masterpiece . . .like you!
Very sweet – like YOU! 🙂
Oh how I liked this, thank you
Thanks Joanne!
Delightful!
Thanks Russ!
Reblogged this on A Grateful Man's Poetry and commented:
I was touched by this poem and wanted to share it with you.
With Love,
Russ
Mine are exactly like russtowne’s. It takes a genius to think in such terms of a childish heart, of beauty, tenderness and at the same time all so delicately. You are great lady!
Thanks Marie! 🙂 High praise indeed!
Hi Melody I just read your poem The God Who Built a Man. Didn’t see a place to comment and wanted to tell you how much I like it. Wish our poems were on a scroll sometime. I’m sure it would be fascinating!
Thanks Marie! That’s the trouble with having so many poems – there are some that even I have forgotten were there! Your idea of putting them somehow on a loop is interesting!
many hearts for this. 🙂