truncus arteriosus
hearts seasons
enter from the right
enter in the spring
enter blue, for winters cold
the warmth inside will wring
enter summers flow
sap rise in the bud
timid cheeks are flushed with life
and coursing with your blood
autumn sends you travelling
your livelihood to gain
the beat, the beat, the beating heart
will bring you home again.
Prompt Hour Fifteen–about the heart
Speak From the Heart
We’re taught to think that the heart is the strongest muscle,
as it nearly never fails to pump for most of life’s
hoped long span. In fact the strongest muscle is the tongue,
yet its failure will rarely kill as surely as the heart’s.
A random checkup caught a leaky valve not squeezing
blood completely through and away within the chambers
of my elder son’s young heart. He’ll be alright, we were told,
It’s nothing, were the words said, speaking platitudes
for life and death that angered, yet all the while we hoped
for the bitingly ironic truth: that the tongue actually is
stronger than the heart, that platitudes can speak health
into reality, that he will be alright, and that a slowly leaking heart
really is nothing at all.
Tracy Plath
Quite Time
In my quite time at night, I listen to the Lord.
For all his different promises, I’ll someday hope to afford.
Not with money or jewels or works or stuff, but with trust and obedience, that’s enough.
Its all He really expects of me, even though I think its more.
He just wants me to love him and to wait for what’s in store.
Breaking his promise
A warm evening, while the rain started falling,
He sat down by me, sipping away his bitter and less sweet tea,
Watching me reading the Tombiruo’s series silently,
He declared the reason of his absence in the morning,
which he had previously promised to make breakfast for me,
It was none other than ECG,
not later, he planted a kiss on my cheek, to cheer up his wife, which is me.
Poem 13
Speechless,
unable to create words
that normally flow freely
from my heart,
my soul,
my mind.
I can not bring them forth
to do my work justice
and frustration sets in.
Writer’s block
like a Jersey barrier.
Eve Remillard
8/13/2016
14/24 fist
Your fist is the same size as my mouth
But that doesn’t mean you needed to introduce them
Ten thousand dollars for one smile and you broke it
without your hands, with your mouth
every angry word
Thump
The first sonographic thump
To the last straight line
The little flutterings when mother left me at school
The one i missed when you smiled at me
The song and dance when you see me passing by
The marathon after a dance
The thundering when you take me in your arms
The pain of when i miss you
The smooth flow when i sit in silence
The silence when i see death
O dear heart
Are you sure your function is pumping blood to the body.
Hour 15 – Prompt 15 – Heart, through a child’s eyes
“Mama”, her son laid his small head on her chest
He heard ‘thump thump’, as her chest rose and fell
“Mama, what is this sound from here?”, he asked
perplexed, pointing at the left side of her chest
His mother smiled and said, “That is our heart
beating, the sign that we are alive and well”
It is just like the clock on the wall, with
its hand moving at every second, depicting time
“What does our heart do?”, he asked, curious
Our heart pumps blood to all parts of our body
Just like we eat food when we are hungry
Our heart sends good blood to all our organs
The heart sends the impure blood to our lungs,
which purifies the blood and sends it to the heart
“Do I have a heart too?”, he asked, fascinated
“Yes”, his mother gently placed his hand over it
“Can the heart go on forever?”, he asked, innocently
“Yes, it can. We can donate our heart to others
When we breathe our last, our heart can be preserved
and fit into another body, to nurture another life”
The Heart
Within us there is
a highway,
its epicenter, the heart.
A natural pump,
made of cardiac muscle.
Blood, the nutrient supplier
zips along this interstate of
arteries and veins.
As the cargo is emptied,
it returns to the heart,
entering the right atrium, where
it is pushed into the right ventricle,
then it is hurried into the lungs
to be resupplied.
From the lungs, it is rushed
into the left atrium, scurries
into the left ventricle, where
it is then rocketed through the aorta,
to zip along the highway
for the cargo to be emptied.
If there is a traffic jam,
the backup could affect the epicenter
and life can be lost