Heart Monitor She used to sing all the time every day, almost every hour but I noticed I haven’t heard her sing for quite a while. She used to hum and whistle sit at the piano, make it ring but I noticed I haven't heard her sing for quite a while. I don’t see tears and she seems fine, but she used to sing all the time, and I noticed I haven't heard her sing for quite a while. ********** by Lori Lipsky
Lori Lipsky | Poetry Patio
Poetry for the rest of us
Sometimes it is like this. I am like this now. Things happen that really “take the wind out of your sails.”
I’m sorry to hear it, Carl. I hope the wind comes back up for you and your sails soon. I am like this now, too, and I’m not exactly sure why. It took me a while to notice.
Sad..! It would seem a new song is needed…
Yes, a new song. Insightful comment. Thank you for dropping by, Carolyn.
that poem hits a little too close to home — I think we have all experienced this with someone in our lives
Yes, life does bring its troubles, doesn’t it?
I am now ready for the other things it brings–tired of the troubles
I’m sorry to hear this. I wish a melody in the heart for you.
what a beautiful wish — I am sure it will come true
Your words are often a heart monitor for your readers, Lori. You help me see that I need to take notice and sing a New Song into someone’s heart. Thank you!
I’m glad if it did a bit of good. Thanks for your kind comment. Happy singing, Robin.
ah, the writer is in tune with the instrument of her heart ~
Yes, finally, but it took a while for me to notice.
Listening and noticing are good ways to get that song going again. Lovely
Thank you, Winsomebella.
Like a fine painting, poetry can be interpreted in very different ways. This one makes me feel sad. And I wonder, “Whatever caused this person to stop the music?” I hope she can be restored.
Hope is a marvelous thing. Thank you for stopping by, Dor.
My heart stopped for a moment. So poignant and insightful and lovely.
I’m glad it touched you. Thank you for saying so, Anita.
Great observation of one slipping slowly away. Many would never notice.
Slipping slowly away…. Those are thought-provoking words. Thanks for commenting, Joanie.
So subtle, so affecting. Lovely work.
Affecting. That’s a main goal. Subtle is often another. Thank you for the kind comment, Anne.
Lori, I am so moved by this. I do hope you are ok. It is weird that some of the blogs I follow are not appearing in my Reader section. I just thought of you and decided to pop in and check on you. Warmest wishes from down here
Hi Jacquie. I have the same Reader problem with some of my favorites. I’ve heard various reports, but I’m not exactly sure how the Reader functions. I’ve had to pop over to the southern hemisphere now and then to see you. Thank you ever so much for thinking of me here in Wisconsin, USA. It’s a high of 65 degrees F here today, rainy, and the leaves are past peak and falling to the ground.
I am okay. Just not singing these days.
the outstanding form of this poem brings a subtle comfort. wonderfully done!
Marvelous to read your comments, Jane. Thank you.
That gave me shivers to read! Wonderful imagery!
Wow. Shivers sounds good, I think. Thanks, Resa.
Its great, Lori!
A lovely poem and message!
Sometimes clouds suddenly float into our lives and cause us to stop singing. But then, just as suddenly, the sky clears, our world looks bright, and our hearts begin to sing again. The secret, I think, is to be able to sing through the rain. One day – maybe!! Blessings.
Well said. Thank you.