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Poetry is just the evidence of life. If your life is burning well, poetry is just the ash. Leonard Cohen

Thursday, August 22, 2013

Mouse Heart



My heart
nestled
in a space under the floorboards
I hid it
years ago
There it stayed
Period.
I couldn’t risk it
being misused again

I learned
by degrees
how to function without
Didn’t even miss it any more
Almost

Then I dreamed
(or maybe it was a vision)
I put my heart back
into my empty chest
It beat again;
I was persuaded

I should have known
Dreams are not
to be trusted
if we are to survive
unscathed

My heart grayed,
a small, dead mouse
I wear around my neck
as a tribute
to you, my love.

10 comments:

mindlovemisery said...

I love love those last lines dark, obsessive, awesome! This is fantastic putting your heart under the floorboards immediately conjures Edgar Allen Poe

Susie Clevenger said...

A touch of Poe in it. Powerfully dark...love it!!

Marcoantonio Arellano said...

Very good, mi amiga

hyperCRYPTICal said...

Wonderfully dark, wonderfully wonderful!
Anna :o]

Fireblossom said...

Phooey. You have tons of heart.

Buddah Moskowitz said...

Wow, this is a powerful poem. I like the idea of getting along without your heart and realizing that there's always a risk.

Brian Miller said...

dang. the heart around the neck as a small dead mouse you keep as a tribute....def dark, but well spun too mouse...

Willow said...

Powerful poem. I understand hiding your heart, glad you put it back in your chest. The dead mouse around your neck as a tribute to your "dead" love, whew! Excellent!

George S Batty said...

great line..."a small, dead mouse I wear around my neck"...
I really understand the hiding of the heart...your really wrote some powerful words...

Adam Champion said...

Nicely done, Lolamouse!