A free verse poem modeled after Edip Cansever’s “The Table”, as prompted in How to Grow Your Own Poem by Kate Clanchy
Inside every bleeding heart; made of white gold machinery,remains hidden a deepest desire, for respite, to be heard,to be…
Hear my heart call longinglyacross life’s vast and restless sea.I’ve felt your heartache, tasted the tears —…
The sun slips,
The wind that blows my hairBrings along my longing
For you my dear
As if you can comeAnd goWith wind or snowIn dreamsAnd memoriesForever driftingWherever I go