My delicate heart made of flesh and blood Beating over time that the tides define How simple each stroke arrives with a thud A boat rocks at anchor on mooring line
Spirits in life should we love make us dance What we crave in crest is not coherence Seek no softness in your cold abundance Sharing only good grace in appearance
For weak becomes our will and cold our stones While we age growing up instead of down A beating heart so caged inside my bones Like a head above water will not drown
Rise gentle over cresting waves my sun What wonders where my beating heart begun
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Posted: Mar 2013
About this poem:
If you'd like to know what's in the ocean, you can just go to the surface and scrape some off.
"Spirits in life should we love make us dance What we crave in crest is not coherence Seek no softness in your cold abundance Sharing only good grace in appearance."
I'll tell you what... we are all aging like fine wine and your poetry... is right up there with the best.
rapturecapturekerry, Kerry IrelandMar 21, 2013
Hi Yankee
A cage of sweet bones,lovely bones.
Thank you for sharing
Odette67Penrith, Cumbria, England UKMar 22, 2013
Cheer up Yankee..you look ageless to me with your boyish looks..A truly excellent Sonnet.
Wow I'm overwhelmed with all the feedback on this one. Thanks everybody for your encouragment. This one came to me thinking about how trapped my heart feels inside a cage of bones...of course refering to my rib cage...haha...my ribs feel like bars on a cage sometimes....
smmerwindSan Francisco, California USAMar 23, 2013
A good read yankee. A little different from your usua nature beautiful writes.
Thanks for the read
FellsmanLake District, Cumbria, England UKMar 24, 2013
Hi Chris
Superb use of metaphor in this very well crafted sonnet, I'd never thought of the heart as being a prisoner inside one's ribcage...
I enjoyed this poem. After giving this caged heart some thought it kind of made me sad. A heart should be free but of course the ribs can be there like a pretty dress.
Comments (16)
"What wonders where my beating heart begun"
regards....elo...
Rob
Ru
Great lines make this a class sonnet..TY for sharing..
"Spirits in life should we love make us dance
What we crave in crest is not coherence
Seek no softness in your cold abundance
Sharing only good grace in appearance."
I'll tell you what...
we are all aging like fine wine and
your poetry...
is right up there with the best.
A cage of sweet bones,lovely bones.
Thank you for sharing
Thanks for the read
Superb use of metaphor in this very well crafted sonnet, I'd never thought of the heart as being a prisoner inside one's ribcage...
Best wishes
Bill