Found Again

[The Rider]

In the weeds we found a heart,
Split in twain from end to end.
Not yours, nor mine, could e'er it start,
So scoured it was with dust and sand.

In the state t'was abandoned here
Chased twin tears down my face,
For such great loss without shown care
The heart, doth know, I do embrace.

Yet in my hand a hopeful pulse,
Two halves no longer solely ghost.
Into your pocket quickly thrust
A heart for one who needs the most.

[NikolaiI]

How beautiful!!! Wonderful symbolism!!!

[blazeofglory]

In the weeds we found a heart,
Split in twain from end to end.
Not yours, nor mine, could e'er it start,
So scoured it was with dust and sand.


This deepens and speaks of something what life is in point of fact. Life is never something that we idealize or rationalize. Life is subtler than what we perceive, the facade or veneer of it. It is indeed in the weeds we find a heart not in the meaning we find in words.

You have really struck it. You have a vision to go so deeply and profoundly.

[PrinceMyshkin]

How deftly you handle the rhymes and the somewhat archaic diction!

[Xcape]

Beautiful.

[blazeofglory]

I am a treeless reader of this poem. I wish I were the poet.

[The Rider]

Thank you all for the compliments!