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out of touch
by Mary Frances Spencerwhen
the heart
closes
heavy doors
on reaching fingers
slams iron bolts
against rain and tears
light somehow finds
and filters through
clouded windows
cracked walls
warm sun
intimate
distance
i send you
rays of warmth
i wait hope pray
maybe your heart
will open
and reach back
05/04/2009 Author's Note: Trying to get back in touch. MFS
Posted on 05/05/2009
Copyright © 2024 Mary Frances Spencer
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Alison McKenzie on 05/05/09 at 08:50 AM This is heavy with love and intention. I wonder what will happen? |
| Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 05/05/09 at 11:44 AM You really do a wonderful job here of stating your hope. Every line is clear and right to the point. |
| Posted by George Hoerner on 05/05/09 at 12:55 PM And the question comes, with who? Nice write lady. |
| Posted by Kris Mara on 05/06/09 at 05:20 PM yes beautiful -- this part really hits home: when
the heart
closes
heavy doors
on reaching fingers |
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