Here's one I was working on yesterday and finished today, in repsonse to Write Better Poetry's "Heart" prompts. Yesterday I wrote and posted "Heart of the Museum," so today's poem is titled:
Museum of
the Heart
Here is where it was made of gold,
And here, it was made of stone,
Here is where it was melted,
And here, lonely and alone.
Here is where it was lifted up,
And here is where it sank.
Here is where it was bleeding;
Here’s its bottom from which to thank.
Here, it was in the right place,
Here, it was struck with fear,
Here is where it would race,
And here it was held dear.
Here is where it was hardened,
Here is where it was stout,
Here is where it was followed,
And here it was poured out.
Here is where it was broken,
Here is where it was faint,
Here is where it was woken,
And here it was that of a saint.
Here its cockles were warmed,
Here it was worn on a sleeve,
Here it was crossed and hoped to die,
And in here it wished to believe.
Here is where it skipped a beat,
Here it was taken aback,
Here it was heavy, here it was light,
And here’s where it had the attack.
Here is where it was made of gold,
And here, it was made of stone,
Here is where it was melted,
And here, lonely and alone.
Here is where it was lifted up,
And here is where it sank.
Here is where it was bleeding;
Here’s its bottom from which to thank.
Here, it was in the right place,
Here, it was struck with fear,
Here is where it would race,
And here it was held dear.
Here is where it was hardened,
Here is where it was stout,
Here is where it was followed,
And here it was poured out.
Here is where it was broken,
Here is where it was faint,
Here is where it was woken,
And here it was that of a saint.
Here its cockles were warmed,
Here it was worn on a sleeve,
Here it was crossed and hoped to die,
And in here it wished to believe.
Here is where it skipped a beat,
Here it was taken aback,
Here it was heavy, here it was light,
And here’s where it had the attack.
1 comment:
Wonderful piece -- worth the wait!
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