Who, dear heart

Rugged hiker
through dark forests,
up steep hills,
down into valleys
where footing is treacherous,


O my heart, wounded
and weary voyager,
what visitor
will grace you with solace,
will bestow healing


as the dew of Hermon,
who, dear heart,
dear engine of love and pain,
who will be midwife
to your second, to your third,


to your thousandth birth?





Poetry by Uncle Meridian The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2024-02-18 at 06:19

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R.W.S.
Beautiful. The rich imagery of the dark, almost dangerous deep of the heart, and the quiet longing here, is a stirring combination. Also, I love the ending! It closes with hope and a whisper of life!
2024-02-19


D G Moody The PoetBay support member heart!
A lovely lyrical poem; and it had echo's of Walt Whitman in the best possible way
2024-02-18


Griffonner The PoetBay support member heart!
An intriguing subject, intriguingly told.
Blessings, Allen
2024-02-18