Bleed My Heart

Home is where our story begins. Our feet may leave but not our hearts.

Bleed my heart into a feathered quill,

into the ink of a weeping pen,

into poppy fields or a cranesbill,

into the vein of a hundred men.

 

Bleed my heart into a crimson dress,

into bright wings of cardinal flight,

into praying lips of an abbess,

or a red sky over seas at night.

 

Bleed my heart into a setting sun,

into the burst of blanket flowers,

into walls of a crowning canyon

where I can drop from its watchtowers.

 

Bleed my heart into rivers of time,

into the ghosts of different days,

into a peace so sweet and sublime

that it will unfold its brilliant rays.

 

Bleed my heart that I might bleed no more.

Bleed me in roots of poetic verse,

into the aft of the great before

before the launch of the universe.

 

Bleed my heart into unchartered stars,

into the solstice of summer scene,

into the soil of embattled scars,

into garrisons of evergreen.

 

Bleed my heart into the great divine.

Bleed me last into the sleeping sod,

into the spirit of sweetest wine

upon the lips of my Father God.

Author's Note

Reviews

[Fabian G. Franklin]

Awesome. One of my favorites from you. I enjoyed this myriad of essence and fine work of poetry, thoroughly enjoyed!

[Sami Khalil]

Gorgeous verses all over. I like the repetition too. Very divine and smooth.

[Linda Marie Van Tassell]

Thank you, Sami. :)

[Sami Khalil]

You are welcome 😊..

[Kelly Scheppers]

What I find most amazing about your verses here, Linda, is that any one of them could stand on their own merit as a poem itself. That's pretty amazing when you think about it. The graphic is striking. I must say, I would love to use it in the near future, if it's ok. Beautiful presentation. Simply beautiful!

[Linda Marie Van Tassell]

Thank you, Kelly. The image is in the public domain so it is free to use.

[willweb]

Another wonderful offering that is beautiful and enchanting to the reader. It is so easy to find oneself lost within your words. Always I find a tapestry of creative thoughts. Really nicely done Linda.

[Linda Marie Van Tassell]

Thank you, Will. You offer the same. :)

[John the Baptist]

Very vivid imagery and intense emotion in this one. The image of the bleeding heart is an old one, sometimes meaning sympathy, others pain. The speaker here seems to use it to represent a variety of things, from past hurts to eventual salvation. I get that the speaker has experienced difficulties, but is unconquered by them, so no bitterness remains.

[Linda Marie Van Tassell]

Thank you for reading, John.

[Carlos Lorenzo Estrada]

A beautiful passion write filled with evocative metaphors and colors. Very nice piece of poetry Linda. Thank you for sharing your work with us.

[Linda Marie Van Tassell]

My pleasure. Thank you, Carlos.