Nov 2020
"DO YOU HAVE A QUESTION?"
her heart was a red
fire alarm
going off
with nobody
paying it
any mind
her heart was
an evening hillside
as the sun went down
the light stealing
into the ground
her heart was a favourite
pair of cufflinks
with one link
missing
or an earring found far
too late many many
years later
her heart was a lute
that was mute
un-played for
many many moons
her heart
was a house
burningburningburning down
razed to the ground
the sneer of her
pyromaniac lover
lost in the shadows
her heart was
the junk mail
that came in one door &
out the other
instant *******
she felt as if someone
had pressed DELETE
her heart was
a crystal ball
that could foretell
nothing....nothing at all
her heart was
a knocked over cheap cocktail
that left a nasty stain
on the carpet...on the wall
her heart was
a tiny torn pink knapsack
that held all
she had known
her heart was
the forgotten iron
branding itself into
her nice new blouse
her heart was
a field of poppies seen
from a passing train
there&gone again
her heart
full of the perfume
of memories that refused
to ever
...go away
her heart was
the same train
journey in and out of
...love.
her heart was a red
fire alarm
going off
with nobody
paying it
any mind
her heart was
an evening hillside
as the sun went down
the light stealing
into the ground
her heart was a favourite
pair of cufflinks
with one link
missing
or an earring found far
too late many many
years later
her heart was a lute
that was mute
un-played for
many many moons
her heart
was a house
burningburningburning down
razed to the ground
the sneer of her
pyromaniac lover
lost in the shadows
her heart was
the junk mail
that came in one door &
out the other
instant *******
she felt as if someone
had pressed DELETE
her heart was
a crystal ball
that could foretell
nothing....nothing at all
her heart was
a knocked over cheap cocktail
that left a nasty stain
on the carpet...on the wall
her heart was
a tiny torn pink knapsack
that held all
she had known
her heart was
the forgotten iron
branding itself into
her nice new blouse
her heart was
a field of poppies seen
from a passing train
there&gone again
her heart
full of the perfume
of memories that refused
to ever
...go away
her heart was
the same train
journey in and out of
...love.
Ha ha we were giving 5 minutes to write the poem with ad hoc imagery so off went the mind at breakneck speed borrowing bric-a-brac imagery from what was at hand.. Memory is seen( and felt )as a perfume...in its there and not-thereness whereas the poppies are a splash of red glimpsed from a passing train.as she is overwhelmed by her senses falling falling...in and out of love. It's a bit of an emotional rollercoaster ride with what her heart was experiencing as she tried to put into words feelings that could not be...put into words.
The poem issues forth from Rimbaud's commands to the energy of the time...." Le Poète vous dit: 'O lâches. soyez fous!' " to " Le Poète te dit: 'Splendide ta Beauté' "
The Poet says to you: "O cowards, be mad!" to The Poet says to you; "Your beauty is marvellous!"
The poem issues forth from Rimbaud's commands to the energy of the time...." Le Poète vous dit: 'O lâches. soyez fous!' " to " Le Poète te dit: 'Splendide ta Beauté' "
The Poet says to you: "O cowards, be mad!" to The Poet says to you; "Your beauty is marvellous!"
