Silent HearT
"You remember too much,
my mother said to me Once.
Why hold onto all that? And I said
Where can I put it down?"
I carry with me bodies of youth,
But my friends,
my friends no longer reside in these vessels.
I know them no more
than the strangers I see on the bus
or at the supermarket,
And the dream is pouring all over our bodies,
under skin, reckless scissor hands
cutting out the moon and the stars,
leaving a blackness
cold to the touch
but soft like Earth.
No shadows here, only Mud.
For a month I promise no memories.
A break, but not in the way the ice or the heart does.
A break like a tiny theatre of being quiet.
How heavy it is, wanting to side with the body for once,
let it choose me for an instrument,
and not the other way around.
Strings tuned to forgetting,
no harmony, no Counterpoint.
I can stay here for a while,
aligned with the bodies of trees
in an alley.
But which side
to wait on?
.............
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Thank you for your time.
God bless you ♥️
-- Isa
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Approbation of an Irrational Heart ( Poetry Collection)
Poetrypoetry collection#random thoughts# driving deep inside the dark abyss# penning to understand myself and others# sometimes emotions, sometimes longing, sometimes random thoughts jumping out of my reverie. Ongoing....
