A Heart (in Eleven Lines)

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SEPTEMBER 15, 2009 9:06PM

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Delivered to me on a

surgical tray, it sat still,

sterile and red.

Bound tight. The main artery

scored exactly in the spot where

it (you) should be joined

to something, someone,

your life, a force, a life force, to me.

Looking down at this heart, I see you for

the first time. Now I know that you

never lied to me, not once.

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Wow. The Taoists would say that you perceive clearly. What a magnificent image!

I'm just sorry that he couldn't see.

Stephen McGuire

September 15, 2009 09:13 PM

That took my breath away.
Truly...

Walk Away

September 15, 2009 10:13 PM

I don't think it is appropriate to say *fuck*. But it is what I thought.

mypsyche

September 16, 2009 03:10 AM

Very nice. Very.

Sandra Stephens

September 16, 2009 04:19 AM

You have a way with words. Excellent work.

Bud Gallant

September 16, 2009 05:02 AM

I know what you were seeing... not the sort of out of body experience we normally write of...

Brian B

September 16, 2009 06:30 AM

Thanks, all. I so appreciate you coming by to read and comment here. (Especially since most of you know when you click here it will more than likely be a poem.)

I'm glad I wrote this one and got it out. And, I'm more glad that I can finally see this heart honestly, with all of its truths.

wakingupslowly

September 16, 2009 10:02 AM

Yeah, I am definitely going with, "fuck."

Duaneart

September 16, 2009 10:23 AM

You are quite the skilled surgeon yourself, taking this truth and slicing it down to its component parts in eleven lines.

And you do it without anesthesia.

Well done.

Bill S.

September 16, 2009 11:02 AM

To learn the heart, by the heart is altruistic beauty! Your voice holds that beauty my dear! Thanx for sharing

patrick daniels

September 16, 2009 12:56 PM

Thanks, Duane, Bill, and Patrick. I'm pleased you all read and left a note. Duane, I hope that's a good response!
Bill - oops, did I need anesthesia?
Patrick, yes, I do tend to learn that way - heart first.

wakingupslowly

September 17, 2009 07:08 AM

A fascinating way to describe this reality - sort of a 3D truth statement or something like that.

Been away from OS for awhile except for a few sneak attacks.

grif -

September 17, 2009 10:37 PM

Thanks, Grif. I swear, it just hit me the other night. I saw that heart, exactly like this. Ta da.

Love when you visit.

wakingupslowly

September 18, 2009 11:40 PM

the physicality of this is enormous, particularly as we wait for a heart for a friend to either mend or be replaced.........

Anne Cameron Cutri

October 03, 2009 02:56 PM

Thanks, Anne, and so sorry about your friend. Sounds like a scary, worrisome time.

This poem just reflects the image of the capacity of this particular heart and that it is unattached. For some reason, that concept came to me in this image one night.

Wishing your friend well.

wakingupslowly

October 03, 2009 03:52 PM