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Immortal

It’s hard... For the mind To explain to the heart That the very thing that makes it... Beat in a fury of madness Throb with untamed desire Gush with a flow of life blood Is, in essence, unfeeling.... Devoid of love. The mind whispers gently, yet firmly Bearing witness Being factual Clothing his words With the rough texture of truth. “Your precious love is being wasted. Your idol is made of stone. His love has died. Bury him. Move on.” The heart covers her ears Drowning the words... With a primal scream While it weeps While it bleeds Unable to grasp That what it worships... What it lives for... Is dead....dead! “Oh mind, have you no reason? Are you so foolish? So blind.. That you do not realize That though love has died The heart can never bury Her dead? They remain in her chambers Caressed and cared for Their lifeless bodies enshrined In her very walls. Oh, mind, try...try to comprehend That the heart’s dead Are never buried. To her they are.... And always will be... IMMORTAL!”

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James Marshall Goff

Date: 11/14/2021 11:34:00 AM

Understandable, Eileen, I have found it so, but still my heart searches...good write!

Justin Bordner

Date: 12/29/2014 3:14:00 AM

I'm enamored by how the the heart is made a mausoleum, a sanctuary where steadfast love preseves the remains of lovers kept beautiful. A very great use of metaphor Eileen, and an enchanting morbidity. J.A.B.

Eileen Manassian
Date: 12/29/2014 3:20:00 AM

But that is the way with me, Justin. My hearts dead are never buried. They are tended to...unfeeling though they may be. They are tended to and loved. I'm obsessive....My curse. It is my curse...and perhaps a little morbid, but that's who I am. I can only be me. My tears have dried, my dear. Thanks for helping with that. Hugs

Justin Bordner

Date: 12/29/2014 2:51:00 AM

It is the heart's nature to be possessive, as it is reason's nature to be jealous of the intangible, the inexplicable power of love. The heart is more loyal than reason. The genius of love in this poem is amazing Eileen. Everyone knows this confrontation between heart and mind, yet only you can express this battle with such honest intensity. A masterpiece, no doubt Eileen...J.A.B.

Eileen Manassian
Date: 12/29/2014 2:56:00 AM

Justin...I'm glad you came. My heart is very heavy today. So heavy with a weight I cannot bear anymore. Thank you so much for the visit and kind words. You always have something to keep my faith in myself strong. Bless you for it. Bless you, my dear. Take care of yourself....Always

Patricia L Graham

Date: 10/24/2014 3:44:00 AM

Deep and awesome indeed. Hope you're well ...

Tim Smith

Date: 5/4/2014 6:03:00 PM

Oh Eileen this is so brilliant...I can't believe nobody has commented on this awesome treasure....I know what I am doing on the train for the next week or so...reading all your old poems see how you have grown.....thank you thank you thank you...my sweet....hugs

Eileen Manassian
Date: 5/5/2014 9:17:00 AM

How SWEET of you to come here and read this. You took the time, and I so appreciate it. Thanks for liking this write and for being the FIRST and probably THE ONLY ONE to post a comment! It's an honor for me, Tim. I'd be glad if you would read some of my older posts when you can. I want to write more and read more, but I've been busy with the blogs lately, and it's taken my time. I was also unwell, emotionally, partly due to the blogs! I'm better now, but I have a thesis to write and essays to correct! :) I'll catch up when I can! :) Hugs