Colliding Hearts
A man on a saxophone
played our song in a crowded room.
Someone sang in a baritone voice
the feelings in my heart.
Mosaic images began to appear
in my mind,
as the music brought memories
of another time,
when our love was new.
I knew you and I could never meet
out on the street,
because our hearts would collide.
Stow Away
My memory tried to erase you-
to wipe you out
of every nook and cranny.
You are a stow away,
that swings on the cobwebs
of my thoughts.
The Bloom of Spring
One spring we shared together-
we were up in the early hours
talking on the porch.
We talked about our dreams.
The sun was shining brightly.
We picked berries and flowers.
Our love bloomed so radiantly,
that spring.
Mary Bone's poems
can be found at Lothlorien Poetry Journal, The Journal of Expressive Writing,
Literary Yard, Poetry Porch and upcoming at The Academy of the Heart and Mind.
Mary is a member of The Lost Street Poetry group that meets in Durant, Oklahoma
and recently read her latest poem entitled, "The Dustbowl of
Oklahoma" at the open mic.
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