Weathered Hearts

Can you truly speak for yourself?

What say a man when asked the time of day,
Or how the weather fairs upon his land?
The time exact, if asked, he'd thus convey,
And rain or shine he'd offer in good stand.
But what say he when asked upon his soul?
The weather in his heart is not as clear,
For him, no ticking clock nor bell to toll
Rings solid truth if inward he should peer.
If words speak not the language of a heart
They slip not by a free uncovered face,
As clocks speak not, but show what hours chart,
Clear as the wrinkled lines our hardships trace.
The sum of all you are and all you've been
Is spoke by crags and cracks upon your skin.

Reviews

[Gleb Zavlanov]

What a fascinating, beautiful poem! I loved the way you used your words to create such a deep, meaningful, complex poem. Bravo!

[Azaradelle]

Interesting.
It is many times i come across poets who force the rhyming of a piece.
This time however, i was not disappointed.
And by a fellow Melbournian too.
Extremely well written. Your wording is done superbly. I read this aloud in utmost pleasure, for every sentence poured easily from my lips.
You convey such a strong theme here; something so common among us, yet not so commonly written about.

I'm in awe, expect to see more comments.

Well done.

Yrs.

Azaradelle.