I must admit, I am a romantic at heart (hopeless, indeed..).. I've always said it is my bleeding heart that gets me into so much trouble. However, this piece... It brings about a different view that I had not considered before. In some ways I see this as a purely scientific picture of what the heart truly is, and in others I see it as a way of describing what we try so hard to tear apart.
I find it quite intriguing that you used a picture of the "Sacred Heart" for this..
There was a brilliant sense of imagery here. I greatly enjoyed this piece!
Ahhh excellent as usual. A wonderful idea - pointing out the heart-shape that we're so used to in popular culture is, in reality, nothing like what an actual, physical heart looks like. As so many others have said, the imagery is great (but that's to be expected since you wrote it), although there are times were the references seem a bit odd in reference to your subject matter. Maybe I'm not just not on the same wavelength. The ending is wonderous too - the exaltation of the heart over the mind is a triumphant ending to a provocative piece. Well done!
I must admit, I am a romantic at heart (hopeless, indeed..).. I've always said it is my bleeding heart that gets me into so much trouble. However, this piece... It brings about a different view that I had not considered before. In some ways I see this as a purely scientific picture of what the heart truly is, and in others I see it as a way of describing what we try so hard to tear apart.
I find it quite intriguing that you used a picture of the "Sacred Heart" for this..
There was a brilliant sense of imagery here. I greatly enjoyed this piece!
Serious imagery here Robin, wonderful job. Love the "serving 24/7...with the one and only first breath we share with Divinity" We do have only one first breath, never really thought about it till reading this. Another great write my friend. ;)
I agree with Haresh! To me, it all comes down to the basic element of LOVE. Without it, we are nothing (all forms of love).
I have a book on my nightstand entitled "The Blank Slate" which discusses the concept of The Ghost in the Machine.
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Damn... damn damn damn...
Robin, you know how to write, and this piece, what can I say?
You took something, gave it another perspective, and then twisted it to another perspective.
It was quite psychadelic. And I loved it.
It all falls into place, even when others would find it otherwise, they cannot argue, you brought good factual point, and gave it the halo it deserves, yet in a very logical manner.
Going beyond the message, which was very well imparted, the art of imparting was very well done.
I won't have to comment about other aspects as they are, as always, done extremely well.
You know how I enjoy reading your pieces.
Sorry for the delay in review,
keep 'em comin', they are my cause of jealousy when it comes to mastery of art :)
Brilliant! In this, I see body and spirit together. Although some may see you talking merely of the physical, I see more the magical quality here of incorporating what we interpret as spirit within what we interpret as not being spiritual. It seems you are saying, everything is spiritual, which I fully agree. Where exists the separation of body and spirit? There is no separation, and this is the illusion. This is what the poem speaks to me, and I concur wholeheartedly. Much love to you, my friend.....
I don't think I get this work, Robin. This must be how scientists look upon matters of love and emotion. I imagine this being read on stage by a Vulcan; void of any illusion toward emotion. I'm not trying to imply that it's a badly written poem, it's just that reading poetry that seems specifically geared toward anti-emotion is almost like reading a textbook. Poetry, by it's very nature, is meant to evoke a certain amount of feeling; love, anger, sadness, longing, angst, etc. Fist Heart is a rhetorical device in that it seems to be the absolute antithesis of feeling, unless of course the emotion is apathy. Two thumbs up, however, for incorporating Schrdinger's Cat into the prose.
Maybe I've got it all wrong. Perhaps what you were attempting to show the reader is an acceptance that heart's folly is nothing more than a personal head game; a sort of self-entrapment; that love is nothing short of self-delusion? If that is the case, then very well-done indeed, and I stand corrected.
so this is what happens when a dreamer wakes up to see reality..
you scream like chicken little the sky is falling,,
go back to sleep this write failed to move me,,
i am in love with the classic heart thank u,,why because i love dreams..peace wizthom