'The Poetess' Heart Of Love'*

Stockpiles of syllables
fill the four chambers
pumping out rhythms
that reach into her depths
dreaming through her veins
drumming through her brain.


*the title is taken from a line by Robert Frost.

by W.I. Stoneberger

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Comments (2)

Lovely lines.Frost is just increbible!
Beautiful interpretation in words William...thank you...10++