what the heart knows….
The doe shields the fawn,
the robin tilts its head to the ground listening,
a full-throated croak comes from a nearby pond.
Sometimes I know what I’m supposed to do too.
But I am also like the moth on the lampshade,
the possum halted in the middle of the road,
the fish tantalized by the flickering lure.
Confused, dazed, I blunder,
forgetting what my heart knows.
This is what my heart knows:
hold close, listen, love.
wake up and write 
March 25th, 2015 at 8:23 pm
What a beautiful poem. I loved the juxtaposition of the first 2 stanzas.
March 25th, 2015 at 8:27 pm
Oh, you have pulled me through the images and drawn me to my own should-have-known-better blunders. Love poetry that does that. Thank you.
March 26th, 2015 at 2:23 am
.. forgetting what my heart knows …
i only remember forgiveness,
the gentle rain of words on the window
and how your fingers etched out our names
as the moon shone through with its
tilted light.
–Kevin, lifting a line of your poem to make my own as a comment for you (and so it goes around and around). Thanks!
March 26th, 2015 at 5:53 am
Oh that is beautiful, thank you.
March 30th, 2015 at 6:20 am
So thoughtful, so pure – so true.
April 7th, 2015 at 8:48 am
good work
April 10th, 2015 at 8:48 pm
I like your poetry too – especially your recent posting “Gethsemany.”