Axis
There’ll be days when nothing
comes together the way you planned:
the lid won’t fit back on the jar,
tense afternoons when the tea kettle’s whistle
grates like the civil defense siren.
Mountains will crumble before you are satisfied.
A stranger tells you to cheer up.
You are short with those nearest you.
There’s no slack in the rope.
Have you forgotten the heart
tilts toward love?
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Reminded me of that old line
noone ever cheered up by being told to cheer up.
And ” Have you forgotten the heart
tilts toward love? ”
Tender.
I forget it several times a day. Nice reminder.
“Mountains will crumble before you are satisfied.” I suspect that I’m going to use that line on someone someday.
I have this type of day fairly often, sadly.
From title to final,
this tilts in the right direction
Lopsided at the top, this poem tilts on the last line, the axis. 😌
Have you forgotten the heart
tilts toward love?
Yes
Wonderful ending to this gem.
Great chosen images to represent the little things that make us blow ip about the big things.
Have you forgotten the heart
tilts toward love?
Wow. You hit it with love.