My heart
My heart is a stranger
I only just met.
A friendly reminder
to make it out of bed.
My heart is a parcel
that waits to be picked up.
A warm sip of coffee
served in a chipped cup.
My heart is a triangle
lost in the Bermudas.
It’s fluent in Turkish
and Spanish, sin dudas.
My heart is the sun,
the moon and the stars.
A colourful painting
with rainbow scars.
My heart is a notebook
filled with rhymes.
A song stuck in your head
a hundred times.
My heart is a door
wide open, yet closed.
The neck of a giraffe
stretch-overdosed.
Invite it for dinner,
for breakfast or tea.
Get to know the details,
have coffee, feel free.
Stop being squared,
learn about your language.
Is love shown or declared?
Let’s dance in the rain,
unpaint those scars.
No rhyme is in vain,
no door feels the same.
can it reach the sky?
I wonder, can it? I wonder…
Note: This poem is inspired by Christina Rossetti’s poem “A Birthday”, which I came upon in Kate Clanchy’s book “How to grow your own poem”.
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