The Bird is the Word: Sophisticated Schoolyard Shenanigans
By Sue Doe Nimbly
i walked into love,
willingly.
you did lure me;
you did pull on my heart,
but i came on my own accord.
there was no plummet–
no blind stumbling.
i walked in with my head held high,
with silent and determined strides.
to all of this you remained
unaware.
you were immersed someplace else.
now
i close my eyes…
i rip out my heart…
and walk out
just as quietly as i walked in.
Editor: Shelby Armor
Thinking of love? Valentine’s Day is on its way. “Anne” has some ruminations on the subject for you.
By Anne
It’s as if you’ve turned my heart into an ocean
at the same time you’ve lit it on fire.
It seems to slosh around with every motion;
I can feel its weight, its infinite depth.
There is no limit to its flow.
The fiery tongues dance inside me,
engulfing everything they see.
I feel the warmth of both comfort and anxiety.
Editor: Peter Kadel