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Measureless
by Kate DemereeWhat measures a heart
A cup
A beaker
A Breaker
The wave that rolls
Beyond walls
Seeps under between
Ingrained sand
An imagining
A dream
Or you the weaver
Shuttlecock in hand
Heart threads
Entwined
Over, under, through
The spirit
Love a word
Left unspoken
Sealed wall less
Behind moist lips
Eye the heart speaks
Wordless
Shakes the foundation
To the core
Trembling fingers touch
Brush, painting I love you
In aloe vera cream
Rest Weaver
In the measure
Of a heart
09/26/2003 Author's Note: NOt sure if I will edit this farther, or if it is one poem or two, but for now, it is here as is
Posted on 09/26/2003
Copyright © 2024 Kate Demeree
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Graeme Fielden on 09/27/03 at 12:42 PM this is heartfelt and truly moving writing Kate...inspirational ... personally i wouldn't change a syllable! :) |
| Posted by JD Clay on 09/28/03 at 10:41 PM Your concise poem pulls from many directions, but the one true constant is undoubtedly the heart itself. Nice work, Kate.
Peace... |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 09/29/03 at 11:51 AM Really like the title and concept of this Kate, the message it expresses. Nicely done. |
| Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 09/29/03 at 12:48 PM kate you are as measureless as your words have heart |
| Posted by David R Spellman on 09/29/03 at 12:49 PM Beautifully stated Kate, capturing so much of the tenderness and mysteries of the power of the heart. |
| Posted by Jack Lanier on 09/29/03 at 08:25 PM Too beautiful, Kate!!!...:) |
| Posted by Ashok Sharda on 09/30/03 at 05:06 PM 'Rest Weaver
In the measure
Of a heart......the heart is measureless. The measureless heart answered it in no uncertain words.
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| Posted by Sarah Brookes on 09/30/03 at 06:25 PM For something so concise, it evokes so much. Beautiful, heartfelt and understated. |
| Posted by Max Bouillet on 09/30/03 at 10:25 PM How do you measure a great poem? This is beautiful and stunning. Thanks for sharing. |
| Posted by Ken Harnisch on 10/01/03 at 06:02 AM Artfully spun, Kate...as all the poems are from the measureless depths of your bottomless heart |
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