7.21.2019

Life Under Water


My heart a trinket

tangled and weighted
bobbing at the surface

until a storm levee breaks
surging all rubbish downstream
rendering mine free but drowning


This poem is for Magaly! XOXOX

12 comments:

  1. The heart is a such a contradictory muscle, light and heavy in the same step, dark and sweet in the same bite... while the brain delights and drowns in the mix. I love this one, Marrian--the imagery, the mood, the truth.

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    1. *running away, in shame, pretending I just didn't give you an extra r*

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    2. Haha! Well, it's name that rrrollllsss off the tongue ;)

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  2. The heart is more powerful than we think it is 💖 though it does drown in despair at times. A most beautiful poem, Marian 😘😘

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  3. I think we are all gasping...

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  4. Human hearts seem to yearn for entanglements. But it is sad when they are treated with as much consideration as driftwood.

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  5. A heart so fragile, yet so strong.

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  6. The heart waits in pain for relief, or the reaper. Another day for your tree.
    ..

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  7. I love the image of the heart as a trinket in a river, Marian. I imagined the rubbish surging downstream – a very vivid line. The final line reminded me of Stevie Smith’s ‘Not Waving but Drowning’.

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  8. Yes, I feel the gasp also. Free to drown...How terrifying

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  9. You have a remarkable way of adding a word (like 'rubbish' here) which makes me sit up and say: What just happened? and go back to read the poem all over again, until I see what you did.

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