“Charms”

my heart is cleaved
a quartet of pulsing chambers
split
each longing for the missing piece that makes
a whole

a hole
too small to notice
but large enough to trap
my heel
sent me tumbling, careening, nearly struck
alive, but barely

at first a feeling
a pulse
too small to notice but building
gaining strength
emotion overcoming, enveloping sensations
rapture

alive, but barely
little bird in my hands
sacred life saved, but for what?
caged
she cannot soar

wrap me in your arms
take away
this agony, this sorrow, this loss
tears leave trails
wet
raw reminders of regret

sore, sullen, raw
my heart a ravaged thing
torn open
left to bleed tears of blood and sadness
crying
this loss too great

two halves
drawn together with delicate stitches
bound
in memory, in longing, in love
a union of souls

Drawing on a lot of pain and sadness is all too easy, even when parts of this poem inspired by Reverie Twenty-One were actually ‘charms’ of happier moments. Forgive the sadness inherent in these words, folks.

Also linked to Poets United’s Poetry Pantry #100.

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One thought on ““Charms”

  1. A beautiful weaving of imagery. Sad, yes, but beautiful too. I like the repetitions and returning to themes, whole/hole, the heart, and then pulse, and “raw”.

    Richard

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