"The desert bears only a scathing sun, and nothing more."
"What about mirages?"

Tuesday, November 16, 2010

Warped.

My heart is
a little mis-shapen,
it's got funny warps
and glued up cracks.
Those are
commonplace
in this house.

My heart is
a sad, gangly
little thing--
more than
just a little
deprived of
love.
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4 comments:

  1. AnonymousNovember 16, 2010 at 5:54 PM

    your heart is cute,
    sad yet ready to thrive...

    cute poem.
    love the way you nail it.

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  2. AnonymousNovember 16, 2010 at 5:54 PM

    Welcome to our potluck week 10, a poetry award is assigned upon submission.
    Old poems are welcome …hurry up, you have 12 hours to go before we are closed.
    Hope to see you there. Cheers!
    http://jinglepoetry.blogspot.com/2010/11/poetry-potluck-moods-feelings-and.html

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  3. Square CornerNovember 17, 2010 at 5:55 PM

    You are a fine young poet. Your poems really grab the reader. Continued success!

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  4. Human ParadoxNovember 17, 2010 at 9:05 PM

    I like this one JB. Resonates.

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