Bleeding Hearts
These broken hearts
with their heavy
drops of blood,
hanging,
ever-ready
to fall,
but never
fall
ing,
beam
birthday party pink,
as if they are laughing
through their tears.
© Elizabeth Steinglass, 2014, all rights reserved
Snowfog is the perfect word and this poem is just all-around...December 27, 2020 - 8:50 am by Liz Garton Scanlon
So beautiful, Liz. Love the haiku and the sense of peace...December 26, 2020 - 11:36 am by Michelle Barnes
Beautiful, Liz, in every way.December 26, 2020 - 10:14 am by Laura Purdie Salas
This year I have wished for some blending of the before...December 26, 2020 - 8:37 am by Linda Baie
They are my favorite hanging plant though I do not do well with them. Are yours growing in your garden? I am so jealous if that is true. Your poem captures them. I can remember where I first saw them! It was at the college president’s house when we were invited to a party there and they were hanging all over the huge porch that wrapped around the Victorian home. If I had a gardener I would buy some for my small porch, but we travel too much and they need TLC……The blossoms are captivating!
Janet, aren’t they beautiful! These are growing in a neighbor’s yard which may mean I could grow them around here, but between the deer and the flying soccer balls, would they survive?
“Birthday party pink”! Bleeding hearts are so beautiful and unique. =)