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A Heart So Big
by Ken HarnischFunny, isnt it,
She used to hear him say
How they set aside one day
For me to tell you
That I love you
Where, oh where,
He chided her
Is the card for February 15th?
Or July the 27th?
Or any day
In chilled November?
And she just indulged him
Knowing how his eyes
Were full of mirth
And that
Behind his back
Was a fistful
Of brilliant scarlet roses
And inside, a heart so big
It never needed
A calendar or a card
To say
The lovely words
02/14/2003
Posted on 02/14/2003
Copyright © 2026 Ken Harnisch
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Melissa Arel on 02/14/03 at 02:28 PM :-) This is very sweet.. if words could come alive, I'd want it to be these. |
| Posted by Kate Demeree on 02/14/03 at 02:37 PM *smiling* Somehow I can almost hear the opening words to this. Beautiful poetry Ken. I agree with Melissa on her comment. |
| Posted by Rhodora M Fitzgerald on 03/17/03 at 05:06 PM Ahh, beautiful words and soooo true! |
| Posted by Madeline Pestolesi on 06/19/03 at 05:25 AM This is really sweet and pretty. Sorry about my "unpoetic" descriptive word choice, but that's how I feel. Sweet and pretty. Very nice. |
| Posted by Jeanne Marie Hoffman on 07/14/03 at 10:22 PM Extremely, extremely sweet! |
| Posted by Maureen Glaude on 10/18/03 at 07:58 AM well, you may not be able to sell it to Hallmark, but I'm definitely with you on the sentiment here! their love is obvious and rich beyond all commercialism. Beautiful spirit and expression, Ken. |
| Posted by Leslie Ann Eisenberg on 12/03/03 at 06:57 AM aawwww! |
| Posted by Kathleen Wilson on 11/06/07 at 04:08 PM There is an undertone of sadness here, in the "she used to hear him say"...why nop more, we wonder. Behind his back in this poem the poet (like magician) holds the "fistful of scarlet roses"--not red or pink but the color of his deepest heart that his may hide therein. These are serious roses. So the lightness is artfully mixed with passion and, mystery and a lament, it feels to me. |
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