Jilly has posted a line of Jim Harrison’s
“I’m unsure if all of me returned.”
and asks us to post the poem the line inspires.
Painting ©Igor Novikov
I gave you all I had to give,
A heart that beat, a rose, a dream,
I gave you what I thought would please,
A silver trout in limpid stream.
You took the rose, it’s petals plucked,
My golden dream, to you was clay,
The silver trout slipped through your hands,
My beating heart you tossed away.
The boundless night sky’s full of stars,
And rose trees hum the bees’ refrain,
The silver trout has found its pool,
But will my heart be mine again?