25 May 2009

monday poem

my heart

it's a funny thing
it's beating still
although the music
fades away
i can't believe
it still survives
when no food
i've given it
the faintest whisper
smallest morsel
sustains it
for weeks
when i've abandoned
all hope or dreams
a simple word
and it lurches up

i may bind it
disillusion it
or break it
but still it flutters

how can something so fragile
be so strong?

1 comment:

  1. Beautiful, I really like this. You would think people would eventually learn to stop allowing their hearts to do that:) (I mean the whole alow expectations to jump up at a word bit.)

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