Thursday, 15 August 2013


Too often have 
I stooped 
To scoop
Words of love 
Tumbled too easily 
From men’s mouths
Scooped up and found 
River pebbles round 
And bright with souring

No more.
For now have I found 
Courage to discard
Such trite offerings 
With unwounded heart
Having learned the difference
Weighed true treasure
Here within my palm 
The smooth sweet shimmer,
Enduring nacreous glow
Precious offerings
Of a deeper heart.

Manuela Cardiga

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