7/8/12

My heart flows for you
By Linda M. Crate


you tripped over the syllables of a grey day of October
that lasted longer until November; once I dreamed I was
a dragonfly but I woke without stained glass windows to
whir over the muddy shores of my life - I was just there a lone
spectator to watch all my triumphs and miseries poured
out into glasses of wine and champagne, once I caught a
wounded monarch and nursed him back to health I thought
that I might mend my own wings - yet the world is nothing
more than a silhouette and its apathy is the deepest, darkest
depth of the ocean where no light can penetrate; you tripped into
me and fell into the well of my heart and it flows still for you.


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Linda Crate is a Pennsylvanian native born in Pittsburgh, but she was raised in the rural town of Conneautville. She has recently moved to Fort Fairfield, ME. She attended and graduated from Edinboro University of Pennsylvania with a degree in English-Literature in 2009. She has a passion for writing that she has nurtured since the age of thirteen. Her poetry and short stories have appeared in a variety of magazines the latest of which includes: Nebo: A Literary Journal and Visceral Uterus.