Iíve never been a fiddle
Though you might have confused me with such
Such a bleeding heart I did reveal
For I often care far too much
Nor am I guitar
So please keep your pick to yourself
My heart strings were plucked and unstrung far too many years ago
As Iím sure you must already know
I think not
The strands that make up this heart
Are not made of steel
They bend, they break
For their owner is sensitive
And never fails to feel
Perhaps a mandolin
You may have seen my tear dropped shape
Attempting to ease a pain reflected in your eyes
Dropped by to strum a chord times two
A tremolo effect this weakened heart could not sustain
Hear the echo of a sad and sweet refrain
But if you must, play me as the harp
Place your fingers ever so lightly upon this genteel heart
Caressing the strings in a rolling motion
Releasing this spirit
In one fluid moment
Floating off into the heavens
To dwell forevermore
------- Author's Notes -------
I woke up with this in my head. Have no idea where it came from but felt compelled to write it down.
Comments on this poem/writing:
|Meridian (188.8.131.52) -- Wednesday, December 6 2006, 03:29 am|
Great submission! Oh Yes! Caty, I must hand it to you. This is a poem I've never read before and that's what makes it so unique. This poem is interesting and creative. Glad it's up here. I love the comparisons between the different instruments and your heart.
|Catyrose (184.108.40.206) -- Wednesday, December 6 2006, 08:39 am|
This was a strange one, not quite sure where it came from, other than I had been having a conversation about different musical instruments. Then took a nap and woke up with this in my head. It's final's week and I'm stressed, what can I say? :) Thanks for your kind words.
|barb (220.127.116.11) -- Wednesday, December 6 2006, 10:00 pm|
Good comparing. your heart is needed to be treated like a harp. good writing I liked it. Some treat hearts like a heavy metal band. lol
|Catyrose (18.104.22.168) -- Thursday, December 7 2006, 04:24 am|
Glad you enjoy it. Yes, our hearts are delicate and should be treated as such. Have met the "heavy metal" variety--try to steer clear whenever I can. :( Thanks for your comments. Take care.
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