Heart Poem
Heart Poem
The heart, a coast flooded,
a much bloodied border,
refuses the order
of what is.
Though it won’t let go
to receive (maybe),
though it lays low
so the flood might recede,
though it pleads with shifting sands,
all it knows of land
and sea,
it beats
with what must be,
with what must be.
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55 words for Real Toads, hosted by the wonderful Kerry O’Connor. (Photo–of sky above Central Park, NYC–was taken by me. All rights reserved.) I have edited this slightly since first posting but kept to 55 words.
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ManicDDaily 
October 3, 2015 at 8:19 pm
Two very different forces at work here. Nature, which is brutal at times with its storms. And humans which are definitely brutal. Is it their nature as well. What must be. I wonder what that is?
October 3, 2015 at 8:43 pm
I so love the ending lines
October 3, 2015 at 11:07 pm
So strong, and made more so by your beautiful use of rhyme and rhythm.
October 4, 2015 at 6:39 am
Thanks so much, Rosemary– I’ve beaten we the rhyme/rhythm up a little this morning– not wanting to make too pat but it seemed better a little smoother. K.
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October 4, 2015 at 9:26 am
I meant that I’ve edited the rhyme -rhythm! Was writing on my cell phone without my glasses in that comment! k.
October 4, 2015 at 12:40 am
I love your opening. This is really a powerful piece!
October 4, 2015 at 1:15 am
The destiny seems inevitable at times, the heart might try resisting. Love the metaphor of flooding, and how you use the rhyme or flood and blood.
October 4, 2015 at 3:22 am
The heart … refuses the order of what is.
That is so neatly put!
I love your pic of the sky – it has wonderful texture.
October 4, 2015 at 6:20 am
The last two lines reminded me of Kundera’s The Unbearable Lightness of Being: “muss es sein? es muss sein”.
There is something about this poem that got to me. I can’t name it and I don’t think it’s a language issue. Certain poems reach you in a way that is very peculiar and that’s when I realise that as humans we have not resolved the language-to-emotions/feelings yet. We cannot name everything that touches us. Calling your poem beautiful or nice would be an insult. It goes beyond that. All I can say is thank you for this little Sunday morning pressie.
Greetings from London.
October 4, 2015 at 6:30 am
Thank you so much, Cubano. K.
October 4, 2015 at 7:51 am
This couldn’t be more perfect, Karin. Honestly, I am speechless at how sweetly this moves, how quietly it beats in the night of the soul…it is, simply, true, something which is hard to find anywhere in anything, but that marks the very best things that we create like neon.
October 4, 2015 at 8:05 am
Thanks. k.
On Sun, Oct 4, 2015 at 8:51 AM, ManicDDaily wrote:
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October 4, 2015 at 8:34 am
while our stewardship offers us management of our planet earth; there is so much out of our reach and out of our control; this is so nicely intimated in your poem; a succinct write
much love…
October 4, 2015 at 8:51 am
My heart does this, definitely, though it looks around in the blood for places to breathe fresh air and to imagine new paths through the flooding. A moving piece.
October 4, 2015 at 11:20 am
And what must be, is fated. A perfect circle despite all.
October 4, 2015 at 12:06 pm
Towards those final lines, I could hear a beating heart and waves crashing onto shore. Effective piece, thanks for sharing!
October 4, 2015 at 1:10 pm
Excellent, K.
October 4, 2015 at 2:43 pm
That’s the struggle all right for the heart, refusing what is for what must be. The poem, too. Great stuff.
October 4, 2015 at 6:58 pm
Well written.
October 4, 2015 at 9:50 pm
Your poem flooded my heart…i feel the rythmic beat and longing for what must be, K
October 5, 2015 at 2:07 am
Surrender? Never, no matter what my words.
“A man convinced against his will is of the same opinion still.” (favorite saying of my deceased friend)
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October 5, 2015 at 3:41 pm
Oh great sigh. I hear the Kundera too, actually.
October 7, 2015 at 1:05 am
really finely penned, K ~
October 7, 2015 at 9:56 pm
“refuses the order what is”… I guess that is what our minds are for. Lovely.