The slow death of a heart.

Image by rosemanios via Flickr

 

Love and life slowly seeping…

trickling down to bareness
through fine porcelain fissures.

Empty vessel sits still and silent
echoing cries of forfeited dreams.

Melancholy song of the city
drones a background dirge
as weeping rain drops
serve as mourners tears.

Hollow heart of sorrow–

Solemnly laid to rest

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  • Shawn O on Oct 6, 2009

    Great write.

  • cafftee on Oct 6, 2009

    Lovely Katie Marie.

  • petercurtis97 on Oct 6, 2009

    good image and nice write.

  • Casey Mack on Oct 6, 2009

    Mmm, there is longing and deep wistfulness in these words. Lovely.

  • kate smedley on Oct 7, 2009

    Stunning imagery in this, such a poignant piece of work my friend, just beautiful.

  • N. Lloyd Andrews on Oct 7, 2009

    I’ve said before that I am not into poetry…but there is just something about your work that strikes me.

    Very nice.

  • papaleng on Oct 7, 2009

    Beautiful with nice imagery. and the flow is outstanding.

  • STEVE666 on Oct 7, 2009

    Well written—very deep.

  • ken bultman on Oct 10, 2009

    There is a medical device called a ceramic heart used to prolong life. I don’t suppose your poem is making reference to such.

  • Katie Marie on Oct 10, 2009

    :-) OK, Ken, I’ll give you interpretation of Ceramic Heart. Love and life are contained within this heart but it has become hard, brittle and fragile (porcelain)through the years. Because it is fragile, it has developed small cracks (fissures)which allow the the love and live contained within to slowly drain out of it, leaving it an empty ceramic vessel which “echoes the cries of forfeited dreams”.
    The heart of this person is now empty and dead. I picture this person staring blankly out an apartment window with the sounds of the city around them on a dreary rainy day, so the sounds of the city become the funeral dirge and the raindrops become tears as the death of a heart is mourned.

    This was all prompted by a picture of someone staring sadly out a window on a dreary day.

  • spiritwalker on Oct 27, 2009

    The heart can be very beautiful but hollow. Pain can seep through cracks unnoticed by many who are blinded by the heart’s beauty…still unaware that it is dying.

  • Stephen J. Ardent on Dec 16, 2009

    Far too many people have this affliction.

  • Sheila M on Dec 16, 2009

    Sad, lonely and painful….great imagery

  • maranatha on Dec 17, 2009

    Oh, Katie. This is poignant and sad. You must have an amazing heart for people. Care for it well!

    I particularly like the term, hollow heart of sorrow….
    That is esactly how such deep sorrow feels.

  • miraj on Dec 17, 2009

    a very poignant reflection ma’am.

  • hfj on Dec 17, 2009

    Great poem and use of words Katie. I sometimes feel like that empty vessel that sits still and silent, echoing cries of forfeited dreams. Beautiful words. Well done friend.

  • Nicholas Peterson on Dec 18, 2009

    something of interest: watch (or read, as it is both a film and novel) “The Heart is a Lonely Hunter”. Just reminded me of this movie, and rightfully so.

  • A.L.Smith on Dec 18, 2009

    I am sure every one of us can relate to the feeling of an empty heart, if only for a moment.

  • Cebah on Dec 20, 2009

    A good descriptive poem, the use of laguage mirrors the sentiment…

  • Theresa Johnson on Dec 21, 2009

    very beautiful poem Katie. very sad poem as well.

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