Illustration by Rose Perez
Treacherous is the heart that tells tales.
No matter how much you hush it, it always gives you away.
Boorishly fluttering in your rib cage each time he’s near.
When he leans so close, how could he not hear?
Trying not to meet his eyes; afraid of what’s written inside.
Don’t find me out; it’s not my heart pounding —
just indigestion from having eaten my true feelings.
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Poet Rummager 
Beautiful poem with beautiful words
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How wonderful to see you visiting and commenting! Grazie. 💐
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I do it with pleasure because you’re good
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Grazie, amico mio! xo
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W Google traduttore che ci aiuta a comunicare da un emisfero all’altro 😀
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Decisamente! 😀
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😀
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How well observed, deep insight , great poem
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Many, many thanks for reading my poem! 💘 💝
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Beautiful.
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Thank you, Oggy!
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That’s awesome. The ending made me sad for both of them.
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Ahhh, luckily they’re just a fictional couple, so wipe your tears, silly! 😉
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An exceptional poem Rose. 💖
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Thanks darling Alan! ❤
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Oh. An atrial flutter.
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That’s a beautiful assessment , T! Are you a secret poet?
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OH! Goodness no! I googled fluttering heart and got a medical report! LOL!
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Really? I thought you were being poetic. 😀
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LOL! Sorry!
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No worries! You can still be a poet. Just fill in the blanks and try to make a rhyme, okay?
One night, I was ______.
I called my boyfriend, _______
to come and _____ me.
Now, I’m happy.
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All 3 blanks got to rhyme?
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HERE!
One night, I was bored.
I called my boyfriend, Joe
to come and blow me.
Now, I’m happy.
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Funny! Oh, well, so you’re not a poet. I still love you. 🙂 x0
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This is kind of sweet, sad, and funny all mixed together.
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Yes! I’m glad you were able to read so many emotions in my poem. Thank you!
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Really like this. Love the word ‘trecherous’ – conveying betrayal – very Shakespearean.
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I’ve always liked the word, “nunnery” myself — “Get thee to a nunn’ry!” Poor Ophelia 😦 Lol! Thank you very much!
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👍
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Hey you, I added the new open mic page for July.
https://wordsandfeathers.com/2016/07/02/open-mic-for-july/
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[…] Poet Rummager aka Rose Fluttering […]
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Hello! Hope u r doing gud.. disturbed u to say just visit my blog once may be u like to follow it😊 i ‘ll be very thankfull
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That’s sweet. Maybe he’ll hear the rumbling and work it out. I’m hopeful that the second verse of this poem (although not written) is a very happy one. 🙂
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Incidentally, I really thought I wrote a comment about your flashlight story. Perhaps it has gone to the spam folder. (It’s pretty dark and scary in there, which is ironic given the topic.) 🙂
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I checked my spam folder and found a few of your messages! I don’t understand it, because most of your comments make it. I wonder if there are words you use that somehow get flagged as “spam?”
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I’m not sure. I still think it’s something I’m doing wrong at my end because it seems to happen to me quite a lot on various sites. I’ve never been able to quite find out what my mistake is, though. 🙂
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Have you contacted WordPress? I’ve heard they sometimes can help — the keyword again is “sometimes.” 😀
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I try and see what they say. 🙂
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Haha! Well, life isn’t always happy, BunK. It just makes sense to have a dose of reality once in awhile — even if it’s through poetic fiction 😉
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That’s true! 🙂
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The quality of your recording came out well! Were you in the closet? Haha. It looks like you know how to move the text now (within your title card). Nice job!
Pepto-Bismol dissolves feelings.
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Thanks! I recorded upstairs with the rabbits; thinking they were taking naps. Did you hear shuffling noises in the background (the “hush it” part? That was Lou shuffling his back paws. He does that to get my attention).
Yeah, I’ve got to explore the other sites you mentioned to create title cards. I’m not sure I’ll be looking into them too soon – I’d hate to get better than you at it. That might crush you. 😉
Pepto Bismol dissolves feelings? Hmm. I guess I’d be concerned about what type of feelings would be eradicated.
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Good point! Stay away from Pepto Bismol.
You’re already better than me…NOT! Haha, wow, you should, like, totally see the look on your face.
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–like totally, dude! Lol. I didn’t know you were so Californian. 😉
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Reblogged this on Ancien Hippie.
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Thanks Penney!
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a dark emptiness from having my heart eaten out
while I look at the smile as they turn…………
traces of blood the morning after
as I was told their beat is now enough for two
Happy 4
Rose
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Ah, beautiful words, Sheldon! Thank you and Happy 4th. 🌌 🌠 🎇 🎆
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I didn’t know anything about the recording
God the sound of your heart thumping
No no not the rose
Please anything but the rose
My heart my heart
Ah now
My………
I feel whole once more
Sheldon
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Haha! Ah, you’re such a flirt. More please 😀
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No no no no
I can’t take my cat
My wallet
Just leave my soul
I’ve work so hard
Hours of overtime
Pennies on the dollar
All for this small slice of……….
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Yes, certainly no one with a soul quite like yours! Your words are gifts. xo
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I was just over to your shop it’s real impressive
I knew you had in you
But wow
Your not joking
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I haven’t been consistently adding inventory, lately. Work’s been taking a lot of my time as well as the SlasherMonster magazine. No complaints, though. I’m having a lot of fun! Thanks for the nice words. xo
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As merrildsmith so rightly said, it’s simultaneously sweet, sad, and funny.
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Thanks Mel!
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Wow. Bittersweet irony. Be still my heart! 😉
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Thank you very much, Inese! 🌼 🌸 💐
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Ah, how often have people eaten their true feelings…as many times as there are stars in the sky. It’s a wonder most of us don’t suffer permanent indigestion.
Love your poem, Rose–and the artwork. Did you do it?
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So clever, lovely, and wise are you. You read my writings so well. Thank you Cathy! Yes, I forgot to indicate, but that is my drawing. 🌼 🌸 💐
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I know that each person who reads a poem can take away a different meaning, and if I read yours well it’s probably because we’re whispering in the same darkness. Shh, now…it’ll be alright. 😀
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“Whispering in the same darkness.” Lovely! Thank you for those gifts. 🙂
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Powerful write with a sad ending. Well done.
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Sad is relative — and it’s usually a mother-in-law 🙂
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LOL
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Your drawing is quite nice, Rose. And your words of a fantastic beauty. : )
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My heart is dancing! Thank you, dear friend. 🌷 🌼 🌹 🌸 💐
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Inspiring.
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Thank you for visiting and commenting!
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You are welcome. 🙂
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