Bleeding heart…

I found this poem on a piece of scrap paper today while digging through the garbage, and I thought I’d share it with you. I know my master wrote it, but I don’t know why he threw it away. I guess you shouldn’t mention it to him if you see him… uhm, and leave out the part about me getting into the garbage, too, okay? Thanks!

Bleeding Heart (Dicentra spectabilis) Photo: adamaecompton

My bleeding heart
makes scarlet snow in winter
and crimson mud in spring.
My bleeding heart
streams sanguine from its center
and neither beats nor sings.
My bleeding heart
remembers all last summer
and every drop of fall.
My bleeding heart
aches for rest and slumber
and needs familiar walls.
My bleeding heart
weeps in silence while it grows
and wasn’t meant to roam.
My bleeding heart
seeks soil that it knows
and wants to go back home.

About adamaecompton

just a three-legged rescue dog, bloggin about critical citizenship, the environment, and all sorts of literacy.
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5 Responses to Bleeding heart…

  1. the other day, I must apoloqize for my remark..won’t happen again…..I Love You Ada….u know that

  2. amy says:

    I love my bleeding hearts, it is the one spring flower that I look forward to seeing the most, thanks for sharing your master’s poem Ada

  3. Hello Ada, found you via the wp forums. I am owned by Pippa who has his own blog except I have not written it up recently. He is a Spanish rescue dog who found us on the street one day. I’ve added you to my follow list, but I’ll try and get Pippa to pop over eventually. One day.

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