in
grade school
I
cut out hearts
from construction paper
in
junior high
I wrote band names
on book covers
surrounded by hearts
in
high school
I opened my heart
in a love letter
from construction paper
I wrote band names
on book covers
surrounded by hearts
I opened my heart
in a love letter
in adulthood
I guard my heart
from players and
deceivers
Photo by Clem Onojeghuo on Unsplash
- Written for dVerse Quadrille #134 - We (heart) poems
I feel this, deeply. And how very sad, that we must do this.
ReplyDeleteI love your poem... your ending says it all!
ReplyDeleteConstruction paper is the best. And paste—in the jar with the stick attached to the lid. That’s the stage to stay stuck in, for sure.
ReplyDeleteI feel this too. I especially remember the moments of cutting out shapes with construction paper--the feel of it, the thick sound when the scissors cut in. Brings back some good memories. :D
ReplyDeleteI love how gradually the poem grows up along with the narrator, and I find it poignant, yet realistic how we have to guard our hearts carefully. In HS, there is the naivety with the idea of romance and love. In further adulthood, we become wiser through experience. Very beautifully penned and it's as well evocative to me.
Unfortunately adult life too often teaches some very sad lessons
ReplyDeleteTruthful progression. Well put with limited words.
ReplyDeleteMarching on into Old Age...what will the heart do/be then, eh?
ReplyDeleteFine progression, M.
So many different encounters of the heart, each one a new unexpected adventure
ReplyDeleteArcardia, have a good week. Thanks for dropping by to read mine
Much❤love
I like the progression of stanzas, and this does bring back some memories. :)
ReplyDeleteYes, it is better to be on guard!
ReplyDeleteAh, the seasons of the heart! I enjoyed the fun and nostalgic look back over them.
ReplyDeleteIt is sad our innocence is taken from us and we must resort to guarding our heart.
ReplyDeleteHow I love this! It resonates deeply.
ReplyDeleteArcadia, I can relate to this, but it's so sad :(
ReplyDeleteyou really captured a slice of the human experience herein.
Yours,
David [ben Alexander]
Thank you everyone for your kind words.
ReplyDeleteA cautionary tale ... well done!
ReplyDeleteYou left out the part that your heart was broken, and therefore you guard it now!
ReplyDeleteInnocence and naivety is nice while it lasts, isn't it? I think we all guard ourselves more after the punches life throws! 💗
ReplyDeleteI know I did those things, but I don't remember. A lovely poem until the final stanza, when the song Cold As Ice (Foreigner) started playing in my head. Those times, I do remember. Excellent poem.
ReplyDeleteA lovely poem of heart stages. I can remember the hearts and paste of grade school and the sweetness and angst of the teenage years (and seeing my daughter go through it!). Then that final stanza is just so sad.
ReplyDeleteThanks again everyone
ReplyDeleteLife's hard lesson that our heart needs to be pretected.
ReplyDeleteI adore this. I'm not sure where I expected this to take me, but I enjoyed the ride, and I very much look forward to seeing where the next stanza flows. Delightful.
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