I put the stiches in my heart,
while it was still beating.
It didnt bleed
I didnt speak
I had a steady hand
I didnt move involuntarily
Made no mistakes
Had no time to think
I touched my own atria-
it felt cold.
its beat was hesitant
its lub dub, dull
I put the stiches in my heart,
the needle was made of you
A contest entry
- ~ she paused, squinting at the sky ~ by Heart Sutra.
2200 points, ended January 5, 2008, 14 entries
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Great piece! This is really compelling, I love the deliberate progression of this, it has such a beautiful effect.
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That was good Tiffany. Your work just seems to get better every time you write. Keep it up. Love ya
Ray -
Sometimes there is need for mending. We have to do it ourselves. There is no one else with as steady a hand when it comes to our personal well-being. I totally understood the metaphor used here poet. This was vividly written and well expressed. Thank you for this entry in Zayra's contest. I wish you the best.
Much Love ♥
Renee
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This one speaks to all who knows heartache... the mending, the stitches, the needles with the long-long thread of memories. A sad and moving poem... the last line really brought it home for me. Lovely poetry... thank you so much for this entry.
~ Nicolette ;f -
This is touching and sad at the same time. I the last two lines are really well done.
Thank you for sharing
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