Tuesday, March 18, 2025

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 Heart Unclassified - Fold

There is no dewey decimal system in my heart:

Neither are memories jumbled nor labled,

At clouds in slow motion i can shoot a dart,

Under a sky where destined birds fly;

Absolutely, no dewey decimal system in my heart,

Neither is it mixed or melded,

I can still taste coconut tart;

And rosebud still open in sweet fragrance,

And betrayal is stamped with ink indelible's art ,

Its all there a science project of suspension;

No need for a dewey decimal system in my heart.

© gillena cox 2025


BLOG HOPPING TODAY WITH 
From 3 given catogeries. Choose a poem and poet be inspired to write a poem
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the 'field of flowers' square and 'ee cummings - i carry your heart with me' 
were my inspiration


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15 comments:

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    1. Thanks for your appreciation Festive King

      Much♡love

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  2. I love the title of this fold and the way it links immediately to the opening lines, Gillena. I especially love this line: ‘…betrayal is stamped with ink indelible's art’.

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  3. Thanks for your appreciation Kim
    Much♡love

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  4. There's no way to classify what's in our hearts. Lovely, Gillena! 💙

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    1. Thanks for your appreciation Merril
      Much♡love

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  5. I do like the rhythm in this one, and betrayal is often stamped with inks indelible art. Nice one.

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  6. I beleive too that some things should not be classified... love the thought

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    1. Thanks for your appreciation Bjötn

      Much♡love

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  7. This is absolutely gorgeous, Gillena! Thank you so much for writing to the prompt ❤️❤️

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  8. Thanks for your appreciation Sanaa


    Much♡love

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    1. "And betrayal is stamped with ink indelible's art"
      Beautiful poem, Gillena!

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  9. Thanks for your appreciation Sara

    Much♡love

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  10. There's some things that defy classification, like memories, rosebuds, and the pain of betrayal. Beautifully written, Gillena. 💖

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