Compass to My Heart
by: JP Leddy
Compass to my heart , lead the way
Pass my cynicism to a destination true
Where love is not simply a song or a poem
But real like the skin on my bone
I am tired of promises not kept and broken
Of eyes and kisses that wander
Oh compass to my heart lead on
to one whose heart knows how to love
as a lover should with devotion true
Submitted to Monday Poetry Potluck : Journey and The Road Ahead
- why are you weeping? (marykathryntyson.wordpress.com)
- Fleas, compasses, love and seduction (dbennison.wordpress.com)
- Immeasurable Compassion (digitaldoorway.blogspot.com)
- Compassionate and nice people are loved (respiratorytherapycave.blogspot.com)
There is only ONE way to love, I agree my friend!! Devotion and truth!! Missed reading your work, may you have the BEST in 2011!! oxo
Happy 2011 to you, dear Amanda!
Sadly our compasses don’t always point us in the right direction when ii comes to love! I like the imagery of a compass here, it works well. I hope love finds you in 2011!
I hope so, too.
wrote a poem once by that name which could be found in my blog tas! anyway haha, here’s my new year potluck- http://fiveloaf.wordpress.com/2010/03/15/life/
Oh My! Sorry for the dup, fiveloaf! Not intentional.
Good poem. The compass is very good imagery, as you stated.
Thank you, Timkeen.
Broken promises too are a way of life.
Life gives us back what we into it.
Best comment to it is from a quote on information about yourself.
Well said, Dr. Goyal.
enjoyed your take.
very eloquently done…
I always appreciate your kind support, Ji.
Gorgeous piece! I felt the longing, yet the optimism that the future would be different. Great job!
Thank you thoughts for your perceptiveness.
I hope your compass will lead you to the perfect person who will suit you–one whose eyes and kisses do not wander. I loved that line…
Beautiful, heartfelt poem, JP.
strong desire to find love…may your compass be true. Thank you for sharing.
Fantastic write! If only my compass didn’t so readily stick to the magnetic north over the true north oh so often.
sometimes that compass spins wildly searching for true direction, Good poem tas
kisses that wander. . .
just 3 words but so many images
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