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| The Flaming Heart |
Go to Three Word Wednesday for the rest of the gang
Erode; verb: (Of wind, water, or other natural agents) gradually wear away (soil, rock, or land); gradually destroy or be gradually destroyed.
Heart; noun: A hollow muscular organ that pumps the blood through the circulatory system by rhythmic contraction and dilation; one's mood or feeling; the central or innermost part of something; verb: Like very much, love.
Observe; verb: notice or perceive (something) and register it as being significant; watch (someone or something) carefully and attentively; fulfill or comply with (a social, legal, ethical, or religious obligation).
Heart; noun: A hollow muscular organ that pumps the blood through the circulatory system by rhythmic contraction and dilation; one's mood or feeling; the central or innermost part of something; verb: Like very much, love.
Observe; verb: notice or perceive (something) and register it as being significant; watch (someone or something) carefully and attentively; fulfill or comply with (a social, legal, ethical, or religious obligation).
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| Bleeding Hearts |
I shall stand apart
as best I can and observe
the heart of matter,
the heart of life's splay
across this thin round surface
of things, and watch as
all things shred, erode.
Oh Reconciliation!
I shall pray for you.
Written September 7, 2011 4:58 AM
"the heart of life's splay
ReplyDeleteacross this thin round surface
of things, and watch as
all things shred, erode."
That is a beautiful bit of writing! I enjoyed reading your 3WW. :-)
I enjoyed the way in which you used the words so frugally and yet you were able to be so emotional.
ReplyDeleteThis post is rapturous. The images. The three words (and "my broken heart" is three words too). And your poem, which just seems to capture everything I've been thinking about the heart, and life, in the last couple of weeks. The letting go, while embracing too. Strange life. Wonderful poem.
ReplyDeleteI love the last lines of the poem...reconciliation almost as an entity needing coaxing. Lovely photos too. Oh that flaming heart. How quickly it ignites, how slowly it is distinguished.
ReplyDeleteWell written, I can envision a shredding heart as if having fallen pray to a cats razor sharp claws.
ReplyDeleteI see some beautiful lines...
ReplyDeletehitching a ride in rusted trails
Poor broken heart..mending it can be satisfying..Jae
ReplyDeletesometimes that's all you can do is pray. great poem
ReplyDeleteHi Christopher!
ReplyDeleteI enjoyed this poem and 'get it'..wish I didn't...♥
Do you do the art, too? Nice.
well off to sleep soon, early morning..
hugs,
Donna