Hear My Heart Trumpet

Hear My Heart Trumpet

overlook pages of dis-assembled scribbles

erase literal interpretations of daily deeds

hear my heart trumpet

announcing a sequence of graceful commands

advising a pocketful of stunning photos to dance

hear my heat trumpet

for tiny miracles independent of my original story

for immaculate heavy-lidded choreographies splaying

hear my heart trumpet hear its discourse hear its song

hear my heart trumpet a steady poetic meter

a salute

prepared to pursue the path of reasonable compromise

with someone who is much less suitable to the cause

my heart trumpets

for change

for sameness

for shelter

for dancing

for dreaming

hear my heart trumpet

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Joyful moments (since Thursday) in point form:

-       my book buying adventure on Thursday (I bought ‘1982’ by Jian Ghomesi, ‘Homing’ by Stephanie Domet and ‘Mr. Penumbra’s 24 Hour Bookstore’)

-       yummy dinner and edits at The Carleton and encountering my Grade 5 teacher, Mrs. MacKenzie

-       arriving home to a package waiting for me from my dear friend Elspeth and inside was her novel ‘Sole’ (on sale now at Amazon.com)

-       making a tattoo appointment to finally fix and complete the only ink I will ever have

-       curling up in a rain storm with blankets and pillows with movies and tea after a long Friday

-       seeing my dear friend try on her wedding dress for the first time

-       spending the whole day browsing for bridesmaid dresses with her

-       hanging out with my mom and talking to her

-       watching Eat Pray Love

-       sleeping in

-       enjoying a coffee and the sunshine with my best friend on the Halifax Commons

-       visiting my dear friend Sharon on her birthday

-       writing the enclosed poem while listening to the new Civil Wars record

-       new sheets fresh out of the dryer to rest in on a Sunday before a Monday

-       daydreaming

-       praying

-       counting blessings

-       text messages that make me laugh outloud

Happy Sunday.  Back to work tomorrow, one long week before Word On The Street.  And, I hope to have a good deal more written on ‘Too Much To Contain’ before then.  Fingers crossed.

In propinquity,

Nic