It beats. Really. It does! I saw it beating on the screen Once when I thought it attacked me. But it didn’t. It hadn’t. Asthma had attacked In a novel pretense. Not my heart.
Category: Poetry Prompt Responses
Hour Fifteen
The steady beep, beep, beep proves I’m still alive, in case you were wondering. Every time the line peaks rest assured my heart is performing her duty. Blood is traveling, pumping through this vital organ– in and out, in and out. The only question I…
Messy Garden
Rabbit proof fence too long For the moment. It swirls and bends Until further notice And cooler days. Guerlain powder On baby squash leaves Tastes awful to tiny mouths Chewing fast on the greens. Put baby powder on the Costco list, plus another load of…
The Heart of the Matter
Before it’s too late I must learn to appreciate The part of me that keeps me alive Eat better before it’s too late Help it pump better being improving my strides Because when it one days stops…so do I
HOUR 15 The Zipper
THE ZIPPER A friend almost died his ticker, the cause. Does he need stints or is a by pass the cure. Today I went to see him his hospital bed was empty. My body trembled as I looked around his room. “Nurse, nurse where…
Beat
Muscles need the brain To make them work, except the Heart. It’s a loner. Beat Lue August 13, 2016
Always Reaching Higher
Standing tall and I’m reaching Through the night and I’m reaching In the rain and I’m reaching Cold and Snow and I’m reaching Kids call me ‘base’ and I’m reaching Shade for all and I’m reaching Sticks are cute small parts of me Standing tall…
Yellow Roses Remained
The aftermath was devastating Twisted metal, fractured wires Bricks tossed all around The house largely a total loss Once a family home, a two story safe-haven The force of the hurricane too much for it to bear When the family first saw it, tears and…
Trading Places
July Tenth Nineteen Hundred and Sixty Three The day the Gina came to be The day Alexander joined obscurity Before that day he was a family man After that day he was never heard of again Fifty three years later he has never been found…
Prompt for Hour Fifteen
Write a poem about the heart. But don’t focus on the heart as a metaphor, focus on it as a reality. For example the function the heart serves in the body, or heart monitors, etc.