The Heart

By Bren27

Mon, 18 Feb 2013
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Though his heart is made of stone, shaped by years of being alone,
Still, the heart know how to feel, private tears are very real.

Tears of joy or tears of pain, warmer than the summer rain,
Both are welcomed neither shunned, diverse causes, met as one.

And the heart feels other things, wonders at the gifts Life brings.
Gifts of people, gifts of thoughts, gifts that come without being sought.

Fun and laughter, Tao te Ch’ing, seeing good in everything.
Spotting opportunities, salvaged from adversity.

And the gift to question “Why?”, at everything under the sky.
Like ‘What to think’ and ‘What to say’ and ‘Why it should be done this way’.

But this heart can also feel when he slips from his ideals,
Instead of giving, quick to take, the heart declares his words as fake.

Chastened by his own complaint, he tries once more, begins again.

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Comments

Submitted by scratch on
Hello Bren, I like this very much. Good rhyming and metre. Was it a conscious decision to structure the poem in the way it appears? The enjambment could be changed into a more conventional manner eg: Tears of joy or tears of pain warmer than the summer rain, Both are welcomed neither shunned diverse causes, met as one. And the heart feels other things wonders at the gifts Life brings. Gifts of people, gifts of thoughts gifts that come without being sought. Jst a thought. It's good as it is anyway.

 

Submitted by Bren27 on
Glad you liked it. In my PC, it is written as you suggest. I didn't change the layout for any conscious reason. I read my poems (and stories), out loud to check how they hit the reader, so only heard the sound of it and didn't consider the visual aspect.

Submitted by scratch on
Ah, I see. You make a valid point about the importance of reading poetry (and stories for that matter) aloud. I couldn't agree more. If you want to you can revisit the page that you used to post the piece and re-edit it there into its original form as it appears on your PC. All the best.

 

Submitted by Bren27 on
There are people who need order and discipline in form, And people who can happily get by, With chaos, mess, untidiness, as their staple norm, Which others find unsettling to the eye. While I was an accountant who would normally prefer, Symmetry, as you see from my rhymes, Of the things that wait in line, from that you may infer There’s too much else now that demands my time. A hundred poems, lay in wait, needing just a tweak, Or two to make them fit to face the light Of public scrutiny, just now though not quite fit to seek. The appraisal that a poem might. Several stories, some at length of novels, too aspire, To break out into words set on a page. Photographs and web sites of my life also desire Attention - seeking freedom from their cage. So as you see Scratch, lots to do, lots of little things To fill the void, or just to slake the thirst. But as always my life conspires and generously brings Far too much to settle ‘What comes first?’

Submitted by Denzella on
Hello Bren, What a clever response but I think Scratch is right the way it appears at the moment doesn't do it justice. But then I'm a picture straightener! Moya