Tuesday, December 3, 2013

A Poet Heart


Reverb13 Day3: What does your heart have to tell you?




Oh, Pensée, give me a poet heart, tucked up my sleeve, to tell my secrets with its rhythm; a heart that listens to the new moon night of crow black sky and rain wet winds. This pinewood cot is old and cold, and slashes at my wishes; I am lost here in this wounded room, until you can return. You wear your heart sewn in your sleeve, the stitches deep beneath your skin; the pain is in your poetry, and your rhythm in the pulsing. I hold my hands tight on my heart; I swear I do, I listen, but all I hear are screams and whispers from somewhere deeper than these walls and windows.



6 comments:

  1. oh this is beautiful and heartwrenching. I want to hug you or at least sit quietly by the fire.

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  2. Your heart is magnificent in all its poetry. x

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  3. Your poet''s heart is always heart wrenching. The depth of your words always endless.

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  4. Like others have said heart wrenching. Your words always seem to reach deep down into the core of me.

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  5. I am trying to say anything left that you did not and I don't have anything to say except thank you.

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