Published March 8, 2012
At dawn we took out our
Hearts. They pushed past our throats
And fell into a wicker basket.
The sun bloomed, and grew in
the sky. She threw her light
Upon the basket, and the hearts began to glow.
With silver string we sewed each
to the other, plump with light, in delicate motions,
our hands in some graceful dance.
When we were done, and each heart
was attached, we swallowed them.
Back down between our lungs.
If ever the sun is down, and on an
unfortunate night, the moon does not shine,
follow the silver heart string,
and look for the light
thumping from my chest.
In some way, I am with you.
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Heyo there.... So you know..yours is a really good poem..I'm going to be honest and tell you that I'm not really good good with reviewing...but you know your poem's title caught my attention... I felt it flowed really smooth....and the no-rhyme-scheme thing worked perfectly... I feel this is a good poem!!
Keep writing great!!
Harshita:)