Three Poems “the Soul/the Heart/the Mind”

 

Linking with the Sunday Muse for Muse # 134 hosted this week by the incredibly talented poet and my friend Shay!

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What matters is not the idea a man holds, but the depth at which he holds it. ~Ezra Pound

The Soul of a Poet,

 

Lately I have been thinking a lot about life and of death

pondering upon what is held between every sigh and final breath

Is it the caged canary or the crow with broken wings

that carries the greatest misery

and holds the deepest sting?

there in the asking poetry surrounds me inked in the color of night

it stains my heart and hands and then fills my truest sight

I long to find answers so I reach out with thirsty hands

 and head into every wall that blocks the place in which I stand

it is a painful journey when answers are not always found

and questions get lost between the silence and the sound

for lately I have been thinking a lot about death and of life

and I believe all the answers are poetically before my eyes

Is it the convict or the paraplegic in a chair

that carries the greatest misery

and holds the deepest cares?

I shall ask these questions as long as I can speak

to anyone listening

to you

 and you

and me.

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Crashed Cars,

 

hard hearts always hit us with the most force

crashing into us like cars

we end up seriously injured

while they seem untouched

yet we have the strength to heal

while they are the ones that remain stagnant

covered in the same old callous

and that is the most broken a heart can be.

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Conversations I Had with My Husband,

 

You can talk till you are blue In the face

 but if someone is not listening

it is all waisted breath

and talking to walls never got anyone anywhere

except walking to the medicine cabinet for some headache medicine

and making an appointment with a divorce attorney

turning the conversation around

from husband to

an Ex.