Poetry by Farah Lawal Harris

Heardened Hearts Haiku


hardened hearts do change.
they soften with the hope that
they can love again.

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7 responses

  1. This is beautiful.

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    December 24, 2008 at 12:15 pm

  2. Thank you.

    December 24, 2008 at 12:19 pm

  3. ebbtide

    wonderful…

    December 24, 2008 at 4:52 pm

  4. malcolmjames

    Is this softening
    accidental in nature
    or intentional?

    Thanks, Farah. I love your haikus. Happy Holidays.

    December 24, 2008 at 6:11 pm

  5. amanda

    this is so true.
    i love the feeling of “New”
    shoes, car smell, and mostly Love.
    the thing that keeps Hope thriving
    and most Important…your Heart LIVING ❤ feeling each and every emotion when the walls around seem to melt so seamlessly 🙂

    December 25, 2008 at 11:46 pm

  6. @ Malcolm:

    for years I’ve been hard
    until my stiff concrete heart
    got tired and cracked.

    intentional? no
    my foolish brain picked a fight
    and lost to my heart.

    Thanks! And happy holidays to you too!

    December 26, 2008 at 11:49 am

  7. @ Amanda

    i too love that feeling.
    i let it soak me up like
    rain in the spring
    and roll around in it like leaves in autumn.
    i get high on it,
    roll it in my heart’s blunts
    and take long tokes to fill my lungs
    so that regardless of whether i breathe in and out,
    i always feel the love.
    then crush it into powder and treat it like nose candy
    until the day when
    my sweet dessert goes sour.

    in the past i haven’t suffered from food poisoning
    but that of the heart:
    the kind of symptoms that never show themselves
    at the start
    when love is new like a baby just born
    or a Christmas sweater just worn
    or a ribbon just torn
    to reveal a precious present
    that one day will be the past.

    where did the joy go?
    and how did it run away so fast?
    this time i thought it would last
    so that my heart could stay soft,
    not taut and hard like a body builder’s biceps
    but finally,
    a muscle at rest.

    December 26, 2008 at 12:08 pm

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