Poetic Form: Etheree. A poem that consists of 10 lines of 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10 syllables.
I didn't want to think to deeply about today's prompt. It seemed fitting that I write this one from the heart, a philosophy of the heart, if you will. I have written a lot of intense poems this months, sparked by events in my own life, and sometimes from my friend's lives. Today is more about how I feel about the emotions and feelings that rule my life. A bit taken from my personal philosophy put to words. Somehow the etheree was a fitting form to convey my thoughts as they trickle to a fine point.
I hope you've enjoyed this months writings, because I honestly have. There is something powerful in words, but also powerful in taking those words and making something new. I hope it isn't too trite. It is (gaily) from my heart.
Enjoy, Dear Readers!
There is an eternal feeling in what
you know to be unconditional--
its a love borne of patient grace,
that finds its way back home to
what is better known as
a heart still beating.
My heart is real,
you are real.