Tuesday, August 21, 2012

Change of heart






I waited for your change of heart,
when ice began to melt,
and in the cold, dark corridors
hope held its chilling breath.
It needed just one touch of flame,
one fire to burn within,
to thaw the frozen face of love;
to warm your heart again.
I wrapped frail arms around my grief,
and prayed for sustenance,
until the inner hearth grew bright;
and smiled on soul's new dance.
But in your chest I heard no song,
felt nothing but your hate,
and sensed the freezing cliff was deep,
and high : inconsolate.





Your prompt this week is the third definition of:

HEART (noun)

1: a hollow muscular organ of vertebrate animals that by its rhythmic contraction acts as a force pump maintaining the circulation of the blood
2: a playing card marked with a stylized figure of a red heart
3: personality, disposition <a cold heart>

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6 comments:

  1. This poem conveys such a lonely, hopeless feeling. Nice job getting that across.

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  2. You show the cold wait -- with no hope -- well.

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  3. Desolate. FYI, you have a typo in the fourth line -- your "it's" should be "its."

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    1. Thanks Annabelle. Writing and travelling make for errors.

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  4. this was so deep, so... hopeless. i could relate to this piece a couple months ago, and you described the harsh feeling perfectly. (i'm happy to say that i no longer feel that way!)
    this is my favorite piece for this prompt. well done.

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    1. Thanks Renada. I am glad you are no longer there but having experienced it you can understand others and yourself better I am sure.

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