Wednesday, April 22, 2009

Fiddling with poetry

These are poems I've been fiddling around with. They don't seem quite done, but I'm not sure what to do with them.


Bury This Heart

Bury this heart six feet deep
Where nothing can penetrate
No light, no warmth, no love, no hurt
Safe in a box in unending dark

Bury this heart at the bottom of the sea
A cask of sunken treasure
Its light, its warmth, its love, its hurt
Precious gifts forever hidden

Bury this heart at the center of the sun
Searing white heat blazes
All light, all warmth, no love, no hurt
Only ash remains


A Woman Need not Be

A woman need not be
the height of physical perfection
to be considered a goddess

She need only have
a divine capacity for love
a shining star heart
a soul of steady fire
the wisdom to forgive

Are you, imperfect man,
worthy of such as she?

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