How Do I Know Your Heart? Poem by Linda Hepner
How Do I Know Your Heart?
Over the coffee cup my eyes seek yours
Busy with English marmalade and toast,
Wondering peering through their opaque doors
Which just ajar suggest the whiff of roast
Stronger and stranger than my breakfast blend,
And then you pour from yours into my cup
So that we silently drink friend to friend,
Lover to lover, partners who will wake up
Thoughts that lie dormant sparking eye to eye,
Lighting the images like beacon fires
Behind your retina where there in richness lie
Granules of sparkling coffee grounds, desires
Distant and ever present, crumbs of clues,
Tomorrow’s promises of fresher brews.
LRH
4.11.06
Another beautiful piece of realism. The blend between eyes / images (romantic) and breakfast is absolutely marvellous and sensuous. Susie.
There is nothing like sharing breakfast with your partner Linda, and your poem is a perfect picture of what loving is all about. Thanks for sharing it's beauty and hope with one diner alone. 10 from Tai, never giving up on him or hope.
A happy, fond, and original love poem, Lind. A most heartwarming start to my Wednesday. With warmth, Gina.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/18/2024 1:37:27 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Wow! This is poetry, poetry shaped by imagery. Your use of figurative language goes beyond the search for e]resemblances, it's now an expression of shared identity. It's so hard to put this into critical words because such prose speech actively resists the magical transformations of poetry. But I sense it with my poetic sense which will never reduce a poem to a paraphrase or thn=ink the poetic experience is in finding THE MEANING. There are a 1001 meanings to every poem. What matters is the poem takes the reader/listener on a flight of the imagination. That's what this one did, and your other poems too.