Heart of darkness,
Shadowed, unknown.
Heart of wildness,
Destruction zone,
Heart, once sacred,
Not more a home.
Heart of loving
Now over thrown.
Pity humans,
Not our own.
No society
We’re lost,alone.
Children’s wonder
Christmas blown.
Like the leaves,
El nino’s own.
Heart’s compassion
Make us one.
Lord have mercy
Eleison.
Kyrie
Eleison.
Kyrie
Communion.
I am certain of nothing but the holiness of the heart’s affections, and the truth of imagination.
John Keats
I put the broken pieces of my heart
Into a dish of gold and diamonds hard
But metal is no match for flesh
And hearts don’t need a fancy dish
So now I hold them gently, though I smart.
The pain’s familiar yet it seems more raw.
Like tigers scratching me with sharpest claws.
Oh.god give me some grace today
For as it is I cannot pray.
And death hangs over with its open maw
My heart is like a rowing boat adrift
Whose occupant has fallen overboard
The empty vessel drifts through deep sea mist.
And in those pearl filled ears the deep sea roars.
Just as the boat drifts mapless,so do I.
My maps were drawn for quite another sea
My captain’s taken leave and now I cry
As if that drowned soul might just be me.
Yet on the sea bed mysteries abound;
Such wonders and such magic there displayed.
I wonder if it is my lot drown
And to a memory then quickly fade.
Maps are no more certainties than hints.
Between the lines hides gold from other mints.
My heart is like a rowing boat adrift
Whose occupant has fallen overboard
The empty vessel drifts through deep sea mist.
And in his pearl filled ears the deep sea roars.
Just as the boat drifts mapless,so do I.
My maps were drawn for quite another sea
My captain’s taken leave and now I cry
As if the drowned soul might just be me.
Yet on the sea bed mysteries abound;
Such wonders and such magic there displayed.
Yet I wonder if it is my fate to drown
And to a memory I’ll slowly fade.
Maps are no more certainties than hints.
Between the lines lies gold from other mints
Which poetry do you remember without trying to learn it?I remember Jabberwocky by Lewis Carroll…author of Alice in Wonderland and Island by W H Auden.Also the Lady of Shalott and some of Wordsworth and Shakespeare.I wonder why those?I am glad I did learn some by heart but sometimes my heart has learned them by itself!!
How my heart sings 