'The Poetess' Heart Of Love'*

Poem By W.I. Stoneberger

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.

Comments about 'The Poetess' Heart Of Love'*

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


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