At dVerse Frank is hosting Haibun with an invitation to write about heart.
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“The heart has its reasons which reason knows not.” Blaise Pascal
My Heart Is True
My quartet, sometimes pumping major, sometimes minor chords, of deep, deep feeling, be they ecstatic or other, less so. To be moved is to know joy and pain, even simultaneously. To be lifted is to know the bounds of passions flavours. Moments like these I feel in my temples, my chest, my breath or lack of it for want of air.
My quartet, all four chambers, never suspended, never diminished, though often augmented with all kinds of bargained feelings of love, forgiveness, joy, pain, fear. It all wells and heaves in my body needing time to be discerned before any sense of consolation or desolation can be determined towards a course of action, if at all. I am uncertain as to who conducts who, but I am certain my heart is true.
My heart is beating like the wings of a love bird flying close to you Copyright 2023 ©Paul Vincent Cannon All Rights Reserved ®️