Bleeding Is No Kill

It breaks but isn't broken

It sinks but doesn't drown

the damage often spoken

the pain, a different sound.

It beats but doesn't batter

It flies but has no wings

the mind succumbs to matter

where the angel flutter sings.

It cracks but doesn't crumble

It lives but always dies

love is just a fumble

grasping through the lies.

It wins but always loses

It stops but often starts

at the shocks and many bruises

of the sum of many parts.

It's lost but never leaves

It's dead but doesn't die

magic in how it breathes

tragic now its sigh.

Full of blood, it bleeds

Yet the bleeding is no kill

Its endless needs it feeds

the bending to its will.

But it's just another piece

in the function of the whole

This heart will one day cease

but never seize the soul.

Reviews

[CD Campbell]

I should have read this first out of your collection. I think this was brilliantly written and I mean that. I like to write rhyme and meter, but it can seem like torture unless you are in that mode for some time.
Yes, the soul. The sum of who we are, not the flesh puppet we pull the strings on daily. I wrote something once on the same subject and the base matter of who we truly are fascinates me. Great work! CD

[Devons]

I respect people who can appreciate and understand rhyming poetry - I think it is too often dismissed by those who think they are modernists. Thank you again for reading, and your thoughtful mind being put to my work.

[Sweet_pale_cacophony]

So, will the brain cease one day, yet we love its trappings :)
but the soul never does seize indeed...

Very well thought and poignant as always.

[Devons]

Thank you, my friend. And very good to hear from you here again.

[Thaddius]

Who knew Gollum was such a softie?

Cool, I like your trademark badda-bing parallelism, it gives your work a cerebral, timeless quality. Your craft impresses as does your sentiment, in equal measure

[Devons]

Thanks very much indeed. Always pleased when someone reads and reviews with intelligence.

[Linda Marie Van Tassell]

How happy am I to have stumbled upon your work! This is just splendid. The lines easily bleed into another, ending with the ever-emerging soul, which shall always rise like a phoenix to live anew. Excellent!

[Devons]

Thank you very much indeed for your interest and appreciation. Good reviewers make writing worthwhile. This site needs more like you! Salute.

[BLitZeD]

that was really good how long u been writing?

[Devons]

Hello, sorry I did reply to you when you originally posted this review but I notice now that it has disappeared! Thanks, btw.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

people do everything they can to destroy our heart...but the heart is so strong...it just keeps beating...but is the soul stronger...yes, it will outlive the heart...when the whole dies...there is a force even stronger that keeps us going on and on...that soul of us...that essence...and as poets we hope to leave that imprint.

[Devons]

Exactly. But people always talk of the heart - whereas it is the soul that is effected, the heart is just an organ - a scapegoat of our feelings. A bit like referring to God, in a way.
Thank you for reading.