Heart Sleeps Soundly

Written very very quickly/not edited, though I'm satisfied thus far.

Not a day to be wicked

I yelled at the North Star

staring beyond its fixture,

eyes fixed on fragments of

figures dancing from

constellations off passing cars.

 

Not a day to be restless

I felt, feeling ancient heat

accumulated from forgotten

days when sharpened blades

pierced chest cavities and

sacred hearts, still beating,

were lifted with love and

fear towards the Sun's demand

for tomorrow.

 

It's days like this that a man

can just sit and take comfort

knowing tomorrow's unhappiness

has yet to happen/has not yet

been felled like lumber or fallen

like falling stars falling...

when a man can slumber soundly

with still-beating heart not yet

offered to whiny gods or

priestly w****s...

what a day indeed while in

my chest my heart still beats

Reviews

[Nik Dendera]

"Not a day to be wicked
I yelled at the North Star"

I really, really liked that opening line. Don't know why, but it really clicked with me.

The rest is brilliant, too. Lots of vivid visuals that leap from the page-the second stanza sets me thinking of the Aztec traditions of blood sacrifice to the sun.

Excellent piece, really enjoyed it!

[Rachel DeHart]

I really loved the closing stanza, I could feel the shift in ideas and feelings, a sort of explanation of the calm before the storm.
Wonderful.

[Katrina]

mmm, first stanza more or less orgasmic. of course the rest of the poem is awesome, as to be expected. but yeah, that first stanza... something brilliant.

xxx