Hard Hugs & Heart Strings


I am awakened by Bill Withers and a feline stampede.


Teeth stop grinding, bones start aching. Joints snap, crackle, pop


as I rise to start the java IV. Prepare healthful sustenance in little


plastic boxes that always come back slimy. Begin intense debates


on the amount of time precious bodies will be exposed to cold


before the temperature rises up, up, up. Not high enough for me.


Hard hugs and good day wishes. The shock waves still knock me


over; these towering magnificent creatures were once just acorns


inside me. Off they go, taking my heart strings and a piece of the


atmosphere along with them.



Hard Hugs & Heart Strings, by Pearle


Lives and creates in glorious Muskoka, Ontario. Pearle has embarked on a journey of creative reinvention following some life altering health issues. Her poetry and photography are inspired by nature and finding raw beauty in everyday life.


"This was written based on a regular morning in my life.

The mundane melody of the whole school day routine and that moment of sad silent bliss when the door slams and the kids are off. "

Instagram: @poesybypearle


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