i have been asked
by my heart
to start
winding up. Spring
gingerly drums
her fingers
on the bedroom
windows, wet
for the third
Sunday in a row.
i have been asked
by my heart
to stop
neglecting. the cherry
blossoms you think so
little of for their
brevity is balling up
their fists again, still
defiant in their
ninety-eighth year.
i have not been asked
by my heart
to fill up
the emptiness. biology
shows us that our hearts
were made to be emptied,
filled, emptied,
filled, but no one can
narrow the number of
times down to a science
.
20100331:2230
y
Y,
beautiful poem, stunning picture, awesome combination. The heart is an amazing thing and you have expressed it well. I really like the last line… science knows so much and yet so little… I believe there is much to the heart, soul and spirt yet to be discovered.
Thank you for listening to your heart, expressing and continuing to inspire us with your photo’s and poems.
I love that line about spring drumming her fingers on your window. I live in the midwest and had that dreamy wake-up call of rain. The heart, an amazing thing, and you have represented it with respect and dignity.
yi-ching lin photography 
i have been asked
by my heart
to start
winding up. Spring
gingerly drums
her fingers
on the bedroom
windows, wet
for the third
Sunday in a row.
i have been asked
by my heart
to stop
neglecting. the cherry
blossoms you think so
little of for their
brevity is balling up
their fists again, still
defiant in their
ninety-eighth year.
i have not been asked
by my heart
to fill up
the emptiness. biology
shows us that our hearts
were made to be emptied,
filled, emptied,
filled, but no one can
narrow the number of
times down to a science
.
20100331:2230
y
Y,
beautiful poem, stunning picture, awesome combination. The heart is an amazing thing and you have expressed it well. I really like the last line… science knows so much and yet so little… I believe there is much to the heart, soul and spirt yet to be discovered.
Thank you for listening to your heart, expressing and continuing to inspire us with your photo’s and poems.
Peace,
Stephen
welcome back. thank you for visiting again and for your lovely comments.
Hi Y.
Very much like the photo and the poem. Nice work.
thank you so much!
I love that line about spring drumming her fingers on your window. I live in the midwest and had that dreamy wake-up call of rain. The heart, an amazing thing, and you have represented it with respect and dignity.
thank you, Leslie. yes, here in the city, we get that, accompanied by rain drumming on the a.c. box sticking out the window!! (smile)