Dont Tell My Heart

Dont Tell My Heart

A Chapter by Cherrie Palmer
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broken heart

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Don’t Tell My Heart

There is a secret truth that

the mind does know, that

the heart knows not.

Once uttered aloud words so plain

a broken heart is all that will remain.

Those words though truth, lead-line the soul

with a burden of brokenness and a heart hung low.

Memory cannot erase the echo you hear and now

the heart does know what

the mind knew not, that

the heart is a sponge and not a pot.



© 2011 Cherrie Palmer


Author's Note

Cherrie Palmer
Have you ever thought someting in your mind and you seemed fine with it, untill you spoke it out aloud and once you heard the words, you wept.

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"... lead line the soul" that line sticks with me, shuddering.

Deep contemplation here, the words and feelings and images are very resounding.

The last three lines set the personality from which this poem was composed from. It's different, sheds a perspective on the preceding lines. Nice tone and feel. Good work.

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LOL I really like the last line, I love the duality between the mind and heart, something we all can relate too if you have a soul. Nice job

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1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Now this is different, I really like the message involved.
Very well done Cherrie.

This review was written for a previous version of this writing

Posted 13 Years Ago


"... lead line the soul" that line sticks with me, shuddering.

Deep contemplation here, the words and feelings and images are very resounding.

The last three lines set the personality from which this poem was composed from. It's different, sheds a perspective on the preceding lines. Nice tone and feel. Good work.

This review was written for a previous version of this writing

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

the heart is a sponge and not a pot.

Now that is an interesting way to put it.
It is easy to see you put your heart into this poem.

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1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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Cherrie Palmer
Cherrie Palmer

Springfield , MO



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I am a published poet and love poetry. After a lifetime of country living, I'm making a move back to town. I find my surroundings a great inspiration to me. I also have two books on Amazon Kindle: .. more..

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