Unpicking knots

Cherry

By Parson Thru

Sat, 13 Jun 2020
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How near, the flash of love
To the rumble of hatred

To be expected at this time of year
But still a surprise

I run to the shed for cover
But forget to grab my heart

Leaving it in the living room
Where it fibrillates weakly

Forgive my distraction
It’s just one of those days

One from childhood summers
If memory doesn’t deceive

Forgive me again. Life’s love
A faint signal, becoming weaker

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Submitted by onemorething on

'But forget to grab my heart

Leaving it in the living room
Where it fibrillates weakly'

Some wonderful lines in this, I really felt them. Particularly these. Made me sigh. You must go back in and retrieve it. Rachel :)

 

Submitted by Parson Thru on

Hi Rachel,

Thank you. I do keep going back and getting it. More like a cycle than a linear process, but each cycle leads further down an inevitable path. And it's tiring keeping the momentum going. Which isn't particular to my situation, of course.

Thanks for opening your soul to these lines.

Kevin

Parson Thru

Submitted by Parson Thru on

Thank you, cherry picker. Hats off to SH and the gift of mimicry.

Parson Thru

Submitted by luigi_pagano on

I agree, these brilliant lines makes the poem:
 'But forget to grab my heart
  Leaving it in the living room
  Where it fibrillates weakly'

Well done, Kevin, 
Luigi

 

Submitted by Parson Thru on

Thank you Luigi! I hope you're well.

Parson Thru