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
Prompted by TRINKET and HUMAN-LANDSCAPE INTERACTIONS
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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DeleteHaha! Well, it's name that rrrollllsss off the tongue ;)
DeleteThe heart is more powerful than we think it is 💖 though it does drown in despair at times. A most beautiful poem, Marian 😘😘
ReplyDeleteI think we are all gasping...
ReplyDeleteHuman hearts seem to yearn for entanglements. But it is sad when they are treated with as much consideration as driftwood.
ReplyDeleteA heart so fragile, yet so strong.
ReplyDeleteThis is wonderful, Marian.
ReplyDeleteThe heart waits in pain for relief, or the reaper. Another day for your tree.
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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’.
ReplyDeleteYes, I feel the gasp also. Free to drown...How terrifying
ReplyDeleteYou 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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