This Old Carved Heart – hour 5, prompt 5

This old carved heart

sappy, bleeding part

from unhealed wounds

and unmet needs.

Or wretched heart

love once anew

now grows dull

and withered too.

The sap, like tears

our hopes and dreams

turn into fears

days turn years

house in arrears

homeless in cars

celing’s the stars.

Be still, old heart

a memory

you could possibly be

of sunshine through the trees

and lilacs smelling sweet

your head at my feet.

Maybe, dear heart

love died too young

a mourner touching

crying, sighing so

at the grave below.

And yet, this heart

might merely be

a promise of eternity

your hand inside mine

our bodies, entangled vines

love growing with time

like sweet aged wine.

– Sandra Johnson

 

 

4 thoughts on “This Old Carved Heart – hour 5, prompt 5

  1. Some lines made me think the heart was the US. My favorite line: “our bodies, entangled vines.” I like the ambling quality, the arc of pain to acceptance. If the heart is the US, I hope we become a “sweet aged wine.”

  2. I enjoyed the rhythm and rhyme of this poem.
    Love these lines:
    “your hand inside mine/our bodies, entangled vines/love growing with time/like sweet aged wine.” They capture the feeling of wholeness one experiences when they have found love. Well done.

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