heart condition
it is the universal condition
of the human heart
as it beats
“myself, myself, myself,”
the rhythm pulses through
and throughout all mankind
and multiplying on itself
it creates a polyphony
of sin
of endless variations
peace comes in the silence
when the heart is stilled
releases its last proclamation of self-love
and before even this dissipates
into the thin gas around us
returns to its Source,
forgetting its rote recitation
Love beams a steady constant
envelops, enfolds the soul
and life begins
posted by CamoBunny at 00:22
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This a poem of religious themes, based primarily on one of dying to self. It is somewhat awkward; it is unbalanced in its structure and inconsistent with punctuation. The intent was more to lament over the selfishness of the human race rather than to declare what life after death is like. As such, there’s too much “bottom half” or “B section”; it is overly balanced with too much closure coming along with redemption. Too much happy ending.
The last two stanzas are actually set slightly apart because the words stopped coming smoothly to me. To be honest, I started drawing a blank after the word “dissipates”. They’re a stiff, awkwardly deliberate reach to verbalize a concept that is in reality much simpler than communicated here.
8/26/2005 12:31:00 AM
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