Tuesday, April 08, 2014

For a Long Time ~

For a long time
she kept her heart 
sealed in a tall 
blue bottle ...
        It 
must have been alcohol 
       or something 
because when she finally freed her heart 
        it was drunk 
        with joy
        and made 
        her feel giddy 
        with laughter and love ...

41 comments:

  1. freedom
    finally freedom
    will def leave you drunk with joy.
    smiles.

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    1. smiles, Brian.
      drunk with joy, that was I when I let my heart free (to love again)

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  2. I don't know why, but this poem makes me feel sad...

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    1. Bonnie,
      I can see why the poem made you sad.
      It made me sad too as I was writing it.
      The first part of the poem is about my heart that was broken by my first love
      and the last part is about finding my 'one true love' and I set my heart free 'to love again'
      x

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  3. How sweet and whimsical, now that her heart is free... Beautiful and thought provoking words Margie.

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    1. Lisa,
      Thank you so much.
      True love reigns!

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  4. Beautiful, learning to love and trust again. xx

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    1. Joyful,
      That is exactly what this poem is about.
      Thanks so much for the kind words. xx

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    1. John,
      Many thanks.
      So glad you like it :)

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  6. "A tall blue bottle" --such an effective point of focus. I like the whole poem.

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    1. Geo,
      I am so glad you liked ,my poem.
      Many thanks for the kind words.

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  7. Hi Margie - that's lovely that her heart becomes free and she became so happy and could exult in her love .. cheers Hilary

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    1. Thanks Hilary , I appreciate the comment , very much.
      Cheers ...

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  8. heart freedom oh the essence of all I'd be drunk with Love oh angel where do you find your whimsical magic....I've yet after all this time, been able to write anything as lovely as this or as any of your poem....I am in awe, angel

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    1. Lorraine,
      Sometimes I am 'in awe' of your comments.
      You will give me a 'swelled head' LOL
      But you do make me smile, thanks m;dear
      x

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  9. I am so happy that her heart finally escaped the bottle and learned to fly.
    Here is true happiness in your inspiring words.
    Pure Heaven xxx

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    1. Ygraine,
      I am happy that you found my poem to be one of 'true happiness'
      Your kind words mean a lot, thank you, kind lady.
      xxx

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  10. Boa tarde,
    Seu poema é o reflexo da sua liberdade e felicidade.
    Dia feliz
    ag
    http://momentosagomes-ag.blogspot.pt/

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    1. Hello ag ,
      I like your insight.
      Thank you and I wish you a most happy day!

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  11. This is so beautiful and inspiring, dear Margie. Thank you!

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    1. Linda,
      Thanks very much for the lovely comment.
      It is appreciated.

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  12. So cute, Margie! What a lovely poem. I can actually envision this.

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    1. Martha,
      I loved that you could envision the words I shared.
      Thank you so much for sharing those kind words.

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  13. Margie this poem really speaks to me today! Thank you! Sometimes, we are so afraid of love, we do bottle ourselves up! We need to break it and let love in ;o) Big Hugs ;o)

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    1. Stacy,
      You are so welcome.
      I am happy to know my poem spoke to you.
      It's so true about us sometimes bottling ourselves up and being not open to love coming to us.
      I have to admit that was me (but only for a short time)
      I was blessed to find 'my true love'
      Life is so good to me.

      Big Hugs back to you, dear girl ...

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  14. I love this, Margie. What a great ending!

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    1. Thanks so much, Daisy.
      I love that you love my poem
      Smiles ...

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  15. Hi Margie! How you made me smile with the line about what was in the bottle. Sometimes it does seem like forever to be cooped up away from life. But you were able to burst forth and love again. What a blessing!
    Ceil

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    1. Hi Ceil
      I am so glad I made you smile.
      That made me smile.
      Always a joy to have you visit.
      Thank you ...

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  16. What a beautiful expression of freedom after heartbreak!

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    1. Many thanks, Faye, for the kind words.
      It's so nice to see you here.

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  17. Aw, I so felt the sadness and the joy! A lot of emotion in this
    little poem. :) Beautifully composed!

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    1. Rose,
      There was a lot of emotion involved in this poem, I like that you felt both the sadness and the joy.
      Joy and love ruled over sadness.

      Thank you for the kind words .

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  18. A delightful poem evoking deeper thought than one expects. Have enjoyed browsing your site.

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    1. Janice,
      I must say it's truly wonderful to see you back blogging again.
      I wondered about you and hoped that all was well.

      Many thanks for the lovely comment.

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  19. very nice Margie - love it! I'd love to see that blue bottle! Wouldn't mind a little taste either, just a sip of course, lol.

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    1. Sandy,
      Oh, I will share a little of what is in 'the blue bottle'
      A little sip for you and a little sip for me ... LOL

      So glad to know you loved my poem, thank you.
      Your sketches have been wonderful to see , the past few days.
      Smiles

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  20. Loved it, loved it, loved it! :-) The way you work that poem into those final lines was very creative. Many thanks.

    Greetings from London.

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  21. In addition to enjoying your poems, I also enjoy reading some of the thoughts of your readers. The various interpretations make me think even more about your views of life. Another fascinating poem as always, Margie. :)

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Each day comes
bearing its own gifts ...
Untie the ribbons.

-Ruth Ann Schabacker