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Manic Monday’s Three-Way Prompt – Heart

don’t expect too much
might be best to forget
I’ve changed, full of doubt
my heart may be lost

once, I did believe in love
swept off my feet, the wind
left me drowning in pain
it changed me

time has changed me
I don’t trust
it’s the price I pay for
my heart never to be found

~kat

Missed last week’s Manic Monday’s Three-Way Prompt. Had a hard time finding the lyrics to last week’s song. And you know how I love to do “found poetry”, aka blackout poetry with this prompt. At any rate, this week we have a photo (enhanced a bit by me) above, a word: Heart, and a song: “My Poor Old Heart”, written by Donna Hughes and performed by Alison Krauss & Union Station.


“My Poor Old Heart”

Don’t expect too much from my poor old heart,
You can blame me unforgiven for my scars,
you might just be the best that I can find,
but I can’t seem to forget the tears I’ve cried,
I don’t know that I will ever trust again,
it’s a price I must pay for all my sins,
Time has changed me and left me full of doubt,
and my heart may be lost never to be found,

Once upon a time I did believe,
in my true love that swept me off my feet,
the wind of change swept him away,
and left me drowning in my own pain
I don’t know that I will ever love again,
it‘s a price that I must pay for all my sins,
time has changed me and left me full of doubt,
and my heart may be lost never to be found,
I don’t know that I will ever love again,
it’s the price that I must pay for all my sins,

time has changed me and left me full of doubt,
I don’t know that I will ever trust again,
it’s the price I must pay for all my sins,
time has changed me and left me full of doubt,
and my heart may be lost never to be found.

I don’t know that I will ever trust again,

Writer(s): Donna Hughes


Sunday’s Week in ReVerse – 18 November 2018

This morning my thoughts are with those who have lost their homes and with the families whose loved ones are still missing in California. Such a tragedy. It will take years for many to recover. Life is fragile…and resilient.

Tragedy, heartache, loss are inevitable in this life. But that’s why we have each other. I normally pour my thoughts out on Sundays. Not today. The reverse poem below is pretty perfect. I’ll leave you with that…and this thought. Kindness matters.


Sunday’s Week in ReVerse – 18 November 2018

change comes by going there,
there is a voice, quiet
What’s the world coming to?
rainy days and bad hair
it’s between the lines, the truest words dwell
it’s time to wake up
roses still smell sweet
we remember, snapshots
its sweetness
only bits of dreams
listen to your heart
there’s more to life…
on the wings of kindness

~kat

A ReVerse poem is a summary poem with a single line lifted from each entry of a collection of work over a particular timeframe and re-penned in chronological order as a new poem. Unlike a collaborative poem, the ReVerse features the words of one writer, providing a glimpse into their thoughts over time. I use it as a review of the previous week.


Saturday with the Muse

she’s a wild one, they say
a free spirit living by her
intuition, following a sacred
path, a wanderer, she knows
there is more to life than
being normal like the rest

there is no magic,
no secret to finding
one’s bliss
listen to your heart
it will show the way

I have opened my
eyes to a thousand
mornings remembering
only bits of dreams
I think they must
belong to the night
and my heart…it knows

I never mentioned
the bits of eggshells
on my tongue…what
mattered most was
the love you baked
into the cake and
its sweetness

~kat

Magnetic Poetry Online


November Naani #16

it’s so strange, the things
we remember, snapshots
of moments past…
lumpy cream of wheat

~kat


November Naani #15

unbroken

I remember believing

I might die when you left

yet here I am, breathing…

roses still smell sweet

~kat