Stand up!
A few short poem about the heart, sleeves, and things…
poetic defibrillator
what is poetry to me?
funny you should ask…
these words are my pacemaker
sending poetic currents
to pump this inspiraiton
through all of me
to sustain… life.
literally...
cardiac couture
i am a simple gal
high fashion confuses me
all i wear
is sleeves adorned with ventricles and muscles
and then you came along
and ruined my outfit.
when you tugged on the strings.
put my heart in your hands
and walked away.
word!
step into the arena
i have been to this arena before
where hearts and logic fight to the death
and conundrums are taking bets
and love is the only referee
but is too scared to call off the fight
and for once…
let the heart win by decision.
poetry from the heart