I think my heart is on the end of one string
guided much like a yo-yo toy, dangling.
Up and down that prevalent emotions bring,
Upward for passion, love, joy and affection
Downward in sadness, pity and compassion
insightfully, holds place if sensed doubt or fear.
True strings, the hearts tendons, ensure its function
where muscle and valve labour through connection
keeping life's system robust, hearty and hale
But the perceptive unseen strings, felt each day
so often to be tugged, softened, snapped and played
best of all is when one, or several of mine
resonate in tune, when in concert with thine.
Heartstrings Michael C Crowder @scorsby
10th February 2021
May 1, 2021
May 1, 2021 at 1:03 PM UTC
I think my heart is on the end of one string
guided much like a yo-yo toy, dangling.
Up and down that prevalent emotions bring,
Upward for passion, love, joy and affection
Downward in sadness, pity and compassion
insightfully, holds place if sensed doubt or fear.
True strings, the hearts tendons, ensure its function
where muscle and valve labour through connection
keeping life's system robust, hearty and hale
But the perceptive unseen strings, felt each day
so often to be tugged, softened, snapped and played
best of all is when one, or several of mine
resonate in tune, when in concert with thine.
Heartstrings Michael C Crowder @scorsby
10th February 2021
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