"for the heart ~she only knows how to lie
to safeguard feelings..
protection tucked inside
her safety valve ever so neatly
secrets kept within each beat" - I was really gripped by this - years ago I read that the heart has some neurons and its considered a type of brain. This poem has really fired my imangination Fran - the heart is so often portrayed as victim not a co-conspirator - its a brilliant unique take (well to me anyway).
I love the intrigue in this one.
Posted 9 Years Ago
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9 Years Ago
Thanks Anto.. so vey much.. soo glad you enjoyed this one.
This is really nice. You put it very well, and I especially liked this part:
"for to speak of these things
sends shivers of sadness
as loneliness resides there~
she has no voice
nor conversation left
within
her private chambers
and her only response is
a dialogue of darkness"
I've seen this in women so many times, but I don't remember seeing it expressed so well in such a short poem. I enjoyed it and the two ending lines are really powerful.
This poem spoke volumes to me like no poem has in quite a while. When your in this 'state' of darkness, and live behind the walls, loneliness is a tangible, living thing that entwines its way in and around and through your heart. This poem, thought tinged with sadness, is hauntingly beautiful. Thank you for sharing and voicing how others feel.
How can I compete with emmajoy and Keegan's reviews? They said it all so eloquently in such nice detail that I feel inadequate now. :) But anyway, I loved the poem and the sullen mood it evokes.
Posted 9 Years Ago
9 Years Ago
You don't have to compete when reviewing. Nor feel inadequate Tim, there are no right or wrong revie.. read moreYou don't have to compete when reviewing. Nor feel inadequate Tim, there are no right or wrong reviews imo ... I so appriciate your review..I'm thankful my poetry is read
I feel the hollow vessel of the organ that beats love, the whispers scream joy. If the walls of this hollow heart could speak, it'd tell us great stories of love, loss and pain. Only to beat to that tune over and over again. Eventually the rhythm stops and the beat is no more, the whispers get chocked with blood and the heart never told stories again. Such a great poem. I can relate to this poem, I can feel myself just resent the idea of love, not because I don't want people to feel it, it's because after the war of a life i've faced I don't believe I deserve it or it deserves me which ever way that works. I'm truly a fan of this write.
Posted 9 Years Ago
9 Years Ago
Thanks so very much, Keegan.much appriciate your reading my poem;
I love your poetry. I have been reading the ancient poets in 2014. Your poetry had the feel of the poets who loved the word.she has no voice
"nor conversation left
within
her private chambers"
You can say so much using so few words. I liked how you led to the ending. Sometime we need to figure out what we need and want in the privacy of mind and place. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote
Posted 9 Years Ago
9 Years Ago
Awhh. Thanks for your kind review..I so appricisate your reading my poetry..