My heart
Some would say frozen
The poverty of emotion
Apparent
But they are crazy
‘Though the memory’s hazy
It’s there
It appears in gusts
Big waves and strong thrusts
Rasping
But with arms adamantly folded
With all that is holy
It’s hidden

My heart
Beats like a saint
Or maybe a sinner
At home it’s a winner
Tied by a rope
To the Earth where I live
In permanent Winter?

Not quite.


Posted by Tom Merriman

A future writer living in the present day

10 Comments

  1. I am sure there is a soft heart in there just waiting to jump out.

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    1. Oh, there is Beverly… it;s just very well covered!

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  2. Soft heart come out, come out and play.

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    1. It may do one day, Hélène… you never know! 😉 😀

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  3. Oh Tom! 🙂

    Yes, there is a warm heart out there waiting for you! 🙂

    I’ve had my share, but nothing that lasted… 😦

    God Bless!

    Prenin.

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    1. A little bit is better than nothing at all, Prenin… sigh.

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  4. The permanent winter is a good punchline.

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    1. Thanks, Col. Yes, I quite liked it when that line appeared! 😀

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  5. Beautiful words Tom.
    Truly beautiful.
    ~ Cobs.x

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    1. Thank you, Cobs, I’m pleased you think so! 😀

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