Tracks of a Wandering Mind

Poetry, stories and random thoughts from a wandering mind.

Faded Heart

(a mixed tanka)

 

in his favorite
place;
he slowly rocks back and forth,
remembering;
to silent music,
humming;
as he looks at her picture,
grieving;
and his faded heart still loves.

the world moves quickly,
hurrying;
but for him time is slowing,
waiting;
as he remembers,
laughing;
with his faded heart smiling,
loving;
something old and something new.

and the world sees him,
rocking;
sitting there and just smiling,
watching;
not out a window,
living;
but to a time they can’t know,
loving;
with his fading heart smiling.

 

August 1, 2017 Posted by | Poetry | Leave a comment

   

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