The Nature of the Heart

The heart is a hunter searching
before the dead of winter has melted;

The heart is a poet writing
about new born babies and mothers milk;

The heart is a child’s laughter,
giggling it’s way to mothers precious fruit;

The heart is a new-born hunter
searching for laughter and giggling
as winter delivers its bundled love
as small droplets of mom’s jubilant tears.

Spoken word version of the poem – The Nature of the Heart

I wrote this poem in an attempt to write a metaphor that rolled into another metaphor and so on each time modifying the poem and building on the metaphor before it.