My brush with bleeding hearts
By Mark Kessinger

 

in the sunshine state
mid heat fest
beneath the car port
I squeeze by past bleeding heats
in their white riot
of blood bright blooms
I weigh them in terms
of the unspoken clamor
to magnify their charm
and question myself:
does every moment
need its banner
deserve a symphony
like all the other things
that hand me thru the day?
My answer is simple beauty.
The sky allows me to reap
warmth and light.
From the mountain,
floods the spring,
from the hive
partake the honey
and from each flower
just the hint
of God’s breath

 

 

Mark Kessinger from US was born in Huntington, WV, attended college at Cleveland State University, lived in Oklahoma City, and now resides in Houston, TX. He is a two-year recipient of a creative writing scholarship from CSU, a founding member and president of the Houston Council of Writers, and a former editor of Voices from Big Thicket. His poetry has appeared in many publications and four anthologies. He is the author of The Book of Joe and The Exploded View.