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
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Beautiful!
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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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There's no way to classify what's in our hearts. Lovely, Gillena! 💙
ReplyDeleteThanks for your appreciation Merril
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I do like the rhythm in this one, and betrayal is often stamped with inks indelible art. Nice one.
ReplyDeleteThanks for your appreciation Di
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I beleive too that some things should not be classified... love the thought
ReplyDeleteThanks for your appreciation Bjötn
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This is absolutely gorgeous, Gillena! Thank you so much for writing to the prompt ❤️❤️
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"And betrayal is stamped with ink indelible's art"
DeleteBeautiful poem, Gillena!
Thanks for your appreciation Sara
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There's some things that defy classification, like memories, rosebuds, and the pain of betrayal. Beautifully written, Gillena. 💖
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