defining my heart, one

 

what is it

what is this that I am compelled  to alway visit

what is this that I desire?

pushing pulsing  turbulent 

crashing flushing 

shuttering to all my tips...

 

what is it

this four hearted chamber? 

clustered with dried weeds, mortar

love, folly and pain

an ancient nascent coinage 

slit splashing valves

liquid iron and gold

shaping conscious balls

Reviews

[Dhara_Ditzy Kat]

I try going through the thesaurus randomly sometimes and I am surprised how much I come away learning about myself. The way you painted, sketched, wrote, drafted, scribbled, talked, shouted, whispered, indicated, expressed, all of what you feel, your experiences, urges, instincts, whims, dreams, desires, inclinations, actions in this poem is awesome. It will always be a work-in-progress as the process of evolution never stops. Maybe even after death. Loved to flow with you.