It is a wild thing
writhing when caught in another’s hand
squeezed
release it back to me
please.
Others carve slices
ripped
torn
worn down
returned
recycled
still it beats on
largely ignored
until sirens are called.
Muffled oppression
ongoing obsessions
that which grieves
trailing thickly white they point to it on the screen
blocked
failing
cholesterol
rubbish!
The effluent is sadness
run through pipes
hardened to withstand
the crushing blows of life
and this precious organ
on which happier tunes once played
it flails in the chest.
A dying bird
with broken breast
striving
till its rhythm rests
finally, still
in its cavernous cathedral
arching ribs curl above
silent
unmoving.
The guards
who have protected their monarch
from the begining
die themselves
still they hold their places
gravely downturned faces
the system shorts out
electricity flown
the brain watches the final images
of a life already past
flicker out
as the human
composed
relaxes
countenance
softening after the battle.
The soul rises from its sheath
peels back the left ventricle
the right,
and arises
into the dark sky canopy
jouneys through the stars
into the greater heart
where we all come from.
Great Spirit
eternal
endless
it beats on.
And the souls
are sent out into the streams
and rivers to
circulate
populate.
Breathed through the lungs of trees
falling into the earth like leaves
rising through the emotions
creating small hearts
out of big ones.
Energy never dies
it is merely transformed
Another life?
Of course
live on.
*Taken from The Steps we take Within, my second book of poetry which is no longer available but I will share poems from both of my books here, returning the poems to where they belong, this blog.
Wild Heart was written as a stream of consciousness. It is a poem that brings me peace and reminds me that after all the struggle and mayhem of life, we are returned to a state of grace, one that, if we are aware enough, we can experience anytime, here on earth.
I hope you have a lovely day.
The minimalist line structure really eases the reader into the stream of consciousness nicely 🙂
Brilliant 🤩
wonderfully written; I can relate to this: I’ve had a heart attack: I’m aware of my heart, its strength and frailties; I love ‘cavernous cathedral’: the knock-out line for me !
Thanks John, the Egyptians kept the heart and discarded the brain when carrying out the mummification process, it always struck me how much importance we put on the brain over the heart. I think it has its own wisdom that is completely separate from that of the brains computing abilities ..
I like that, Kate; the wisdom of the heart; yes, the brain has been given too ,much prominence —
Marvelous poetry
Thanks Sanjay ✨
Welcome Kate
I love a good stream of consciousness, they’re always so raw. “Energy never dies, it is merely transformed” this is one hundred percent my belief too.
They are fun to ride, like a wave. 🌊
Wow! The imagery here is exciting. One can relate easily. That moment when ‘the soul rises from its sheath’ is transcendent. Beautiful. ~Ed.
Thanks Ed, I’m glad you liked it 🙂