The heartbeat never fades;
however sullen the face of magnolias may seem,
and though we do not speak
our acts reverberate like nothing else–
we believe in the odours of life,
our tongues
resting after a decade of bloom and bleed;
for now, there is only steel: there is only steel.
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We’ve done it again- chosen the same image – and we’ve both included Kerry’s word! I love the lines:
‘we believe in the odours of life,
our tongues
resting after a decade of bloom and bleed’.
I couldn’t live with only steel.
Haha, yes! We have similar tastes! Thank you so much, Kim 😀 so glad you enjoyed it 💄❤️
This is bloody marvellous, Sanaa!
I adore the sullen magnolias!
Thank you so much, Kerry 😍😍 so glad the poem resonated with you 💄❤️
Ha ha, how well you have imagined your steel magnolias! This is quite wonderful.
Thank you so much, Rosemary 😀 I enjoyed writing this one! 💄❤️
“sullen magnolias” love the image…Fabulous writing!
Thank you so much, Susie 😀 so glad you liked it 💄❤️
I love that last line Sanaa.
Thank you so much, Linda 😀 so good to see you 💄❤️
You always create such vivid images❣️How sad that “thee is only steel” 😢🙏
Thank you so much, Ellecee 😀 so glad the poem spoke to you 💄❤️
I love those ‘steel’ heartbeats. Nice write, Sanaa. Sorry I’m so late in returning your comment.
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Thank you so much, Jim 🙂 so glad you liked it 💄❤️