Happiness (GRM)

Tina Twito

He brushed the bluebirds
from her hair,
and traced the rivers
of her veins
to find the source--
her beating heart--
and took it for his own.

A breath.
A kiss.
A stilling.
And she but sighed
as he reached
through her
sleeping chest,
and cradling it
moved on.

Dissected now,
he packaged it
and watched
the markets
rising,
falling
in reflection
of her fading
pulse.

And now
he wonders
why
there is a hollow
in her eyes

and why
her slowing rivers
slip to silt

and why the
bluebirds,
watching, wary

won't return to
her again and
sing.

Published by Tina Twito

I'm 39, with a wonderful husband (in Iowa), and a daughter who lives in NC with her hubby (love them both!). I write mostly children's stories and poetry (rhyming poetry, traditional poetry, haiku, but mostl...  View profile

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  • Orchiolum12/24/2011

    Oil in the Gulf, radiation seeping into the sea. You express 'sobering' beautifully. I always (a word I rarely use) read your words.

  • Charlotte Kuchinsky11/16/2011

    Stunning.

  • K.M. Stockton11/2/2011

    Very well written. :)

  • rama devi (Nina Marshall)10/29/2011

    Wonderful...Glad I stumbled across your page. Great poetry! ;-))

  • Martin Kloess10/28/2011

    Nicely Written, thank you

  • Harriet Steinberg10/13/2011

    Wow, such great empathy!!!!

  • J L Carey Jr10/13/2011

    This is wonderful on so many levels.

  • Grace Anne Carey10/13/2011

    wow, this is incredible, I just keep rereading it...

  • Mike Oberg10/13/2011

    Man's rape of Nature is something we may never recover from. Wonderful imagery!

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