she hung her heart on the coat rack vowing never to wear it again it did not protect her from the elements in fact, it left her feeling exposed she decided to treat herself to the latest in heart fashion: steel strong, impenetrable, and highly recommended by the fashion gurus of the Broken Heart Society it was no longer fashionable to wear your heart on your sleeve the fall fashion trend required full body coverage it was all the rage "hearts of steel"
The day 12 NaPoWriMo prompt challenges us to write a Triolet poem. "These eight-line poems involve repeating lines and a tight rhyme scheme. The repetitions and rhymes can lend themselves to humorous poems, as well as to poems expressing dramatic or sorrowful moods." My poem is more in the sorrowful moods category.
i am the love letter you never read written for a dreamer a lifetime ago confession of the heart, not of the head i am the love letter you never read composed of all that was never said the words of a love you'll never know i am the love letter you never read written for a dreamer a lifetime ago
I pressed a lone finger against your lips,
to quiet your tongue and make a wish:
that we find again that loving spark
that set aflame our aching hearts
rekindling a passion that burns with fever –
your kiss made me a true believer.