A Poem: Moving On.
63On the River Walk in Nola.
First published
in the Spring 2010
issue of Poesia.
Moving On.
Held my own heart in my
hands and quietly considered myself.
Slid it together along
the vivisection lines like a puzzle,
A Djinn’s broken lamp
after an earthquake.
Ready to fall apart, it
no longer held as it had done all those years.
The muscle thick with
weakness and clipped wires and scars,
A half-seared roast
basted with candle wax.
They won’t let me keep it
no matter how many times I ask.
It is not a discarded
umbilical cord or tonsils in a jar,
And it was mine long
enough.
Someone else had one they
weren’t using to loan me.
Not sure what to think
about the fairness of that,
No matter how hard I try
not to.
So here I am, four good
years later with a good-hearted woman beside me.
Breathing, beating,
winning, working, writing,
Learning what the heart
possesses is transferable.
Copyright held 2010 by Christopher Floyd.
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Thanks to Alayne Fenasci for the format help. It's much better now.
Touching . Well worth read . Good job.
Ray
hmm it's complex! I don't mean to be insensitive or anything but I got lost after the third paragraph.
Nicely done. I LIKE it!
HattieMattieMae, criticism is never insensitive as far as I'm concerned. It's how a writer develops. It might help to come out and say it. I had a heart transplant. Still feel bad for the donor.
Thanks everyone.
tnderhrt23 said this 14 hours ago on the original version of this hub, which I deleted due to formatting difficulties. Thanks tnderhrt23.
"A half-seared roast basted with candle wax." Your words create quite a vivid mental image...I love your last line..."Learning what the heart possesses is transferable." I get the impression you had a Heart transplant, is that correct? Or did you just heal from a broken heart? Either way, a good write!
Almost made me cry. Well written. I don't understand why you couldn't publish the way you wanted. Weird on hubpages sometimes.
Christopher Floyd Hub Author 14 months ago
Okay. Hubpages doesn't want to let me format this in the three line stanza format it was published in. Not sure why. It doesn't look as good, but here it is.