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My Heart Submitted To No One

My heart submitted to no one,
A completion of self with another was a fight to shame a proud mother
And still as the waves crash against the rocks, 
You sway against me, push upon me- rough and waylay 

My rough edges are flattened by the fire of your foam
Intriguing droplets- molecules of mental, murderous muse
I scream inside, delighted--affrighted, by your hearteous sight
Numbing the tingles that used to tantalize my mind

And still, I held on to what I was made for
To push away, to shy away, to stay...and to adore
A companion with no dominion upon a wafted shore

The sun often beats heavily on me when your tides are low
It is as if the love you so passionately offer is all for show
Only to descend into the sands of "NEVER LEAVE ME ALONE"

I bid a strong goodbye to the hardened, rough surface of my bind
It is time you see my smoother sides-- where the sun sets straight behind
For though you were rough against me and over me still...
Your calmer tides have scorched my pride and mellow-drained my will

My heart submitted to no one
Not even to God
Still in past tense do I blame the one and only sun
The sun that beat on me day by day with passion in its rays
Sets behind and still I'm blind to the hope of better days...

Copyright © | Year Posted 2014




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Date: 10/7/2014 6:38:00 PM
The submission that we all have to overcome. Beautiful interpretation, Laura. Deeply expressed with metaphoric honesty. Enjoyable overall. Check out some of my poems. Might find some you like. Peace.
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Date: 10/5/2014 1:18:00 AM
The beach of a heart is a tempermental and tenacious terrain, absorbing punishment and soothing tides, reflecting riled and rosy rays, and the rocks, shells and gems of life find sanctuary in rough soft skin. Awesome vocab, and such beautiful intransigence Laura. I admire how you address your scorn for hope in this poem. "Intriguing droplets, molecules of mental murderous muse..." sweet! J.A.B.
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Date: 10/2/2014 6:58:00 PM
There are many layers here to discern. We risk so much when we submit to another yet in concert we become the waves on the shore and can smooth and shape the hardest and sharpest of stones. I so enjoyed your imagery and use of personification.
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Laura Breidenthal
Date: 10/2/2014 8:16:00 PM
Excellent review. You have fascinating discernment and understanding. Thank you for noticing the personification - I like to play around a little with nature... we are a lot like our more than lively surroundings. Glad you got some good out of this poem. ~Laura

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