The Blue Heart

The Blue Heart

Floating high in the sky,

Being lifted until it was a tiny dot.

Moving with certain grace, as a breeze it did ride,

Going, whether it wanted to or not.

 

Shaped into a heart,

It soared the open space.

Ascending to find its part,

The blue heart made haste.

 

Filled with air on the inside,

It rose higher and higher.

Caught in a current, did it glide,

Feeling lighter and lighter.

 

Once on a string,

Tied down by a weight,

Now as free as eagles’ wings…

The blue heart is elate.

 

Knowing its destiny,

It gives not a fight.

Realizing what’s to be,

It counts not its former plight.

 

Reaching its heights,

It looked down in part.

Surveying the meaningful life

Of the not-so-blue heart.

Reviews

[Valentine]

Wouldn't it be nice if we could inflate all sad feelings and let them just blow away, but climb aboard the happy ones and soar with the eagles? Kathie

[Melinda McQueen]

Yes it would.

[wordman]

a journey in life from sad to not so sad,great write

[Melinda McQueen]

Thanks for reading.

[Coyote Poetry]

Amazing journey leading to hopeful ending dear Melinda. Life teaches us. To fall the proper place to be. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote

[Melinda McQueen]

Thanks for reading.

[Coyote Poetry]

You are welcome Melinda.

[andrew mitchell]

a lovely poem, i do hope it turns red someday, for a free heart can be lonely..

[Melinda McQueen]

Very True. Thanks for reading.v

[andrew mitchell]

you are welcome