Shattered
They grabbed my heart forcefully
ripping my aorta
The scalpel reaches to the sternum
Cutting 8 inches
The start of a bleeding heart
Secrets flooding my house
As I become tempted to borrow
That paring knife
Used to punish the pain
A mercy calling
I took a joy ride driving from Las Vegas NV
Going to Salt Lake City in one shot
I drove and drove
Trying to decide what I was going to do
Live or die
Now I live to tell
In our darkest hours
Expression in the medium of artistry
Words painting the blank Canvas
Of our life until called to come home.
A cutter
Injury to her wrist
Bleeding heart
Glows in dark
Knife splicing her purple pain
Death sliding down drain
gardens bleeding heart
dainty pretty in fuchsia
dangling like windchimes
I only wanted a love,
And to fall in love with you;
I’m closing the door,
Just one time more,
To leave you in the rear view.
I desired to be about you,
Not wanting to live without you;
You’re a woman, so pretty,
It’s no mystery;
I thought I had found you –
I hear violins playing
Oscillating in the auditorium
As the orchestra resounds
Behind the chambers of my heart
Bittersweet melodies plays aloud
I cannot escape -
That sweet summer rain
Which fills my heart
With such melodies of ballads
Shedding tears that reflects
I cannot escape.
Within the amphitheatre of the city,
I sang aloud lyrics of gloom and mourn
Behind the cages of my bleeding heart
I found the rain to be my shedding tears
As notes and sheets of music play
Violins and orchestra play in unison
Along with my brokenness I sang
bedazzled by jewels
beguiled by the gem of you~
diamond eternal
as fake gold duals
alloys mix unbanding two~
with flames infernal
tears drowning in pools
blinders tunnel, love eschews~
so notes my journal
Love is
Surrounded by Monarch butterflies,
on migration
A tingling in your gut
does not defy
A warmness flutters inside
When flowers perfume
When you are near
You feel the same, I shall assume
Love hurts
When rubies now rhinestones,
dullen, sullen
Diamonds now glass,
cutting deep
Pollen smothers,
I swallow my sorrows
My bleeding heart
Let’s stay together
Dowse the drought
Better a diamond with a flaw
than a pebble without
A bleeding heart
With a single drop
Falling from its sharpened point,
While strung on vines,
These fragile flowers,
Waiting for the rain's anoint.
Much like valentines
Swinging in the breeze
To a tribal drum unheard.
Hearts grown in a row
With fine curves and loops
By God's design is revered.
Swell like ocean waves
Takes all in its path fast grab
Soft heart smiles cries laughs
bleeding heart flower
dainty, demure, delicate
heart-shaped, my grandson points out.
he is the artistic child
she graces us with beauty during a short life span
leave her in the ground I tell everyone
like you would leave a heart in a chest.
uprooted, she will not thrive or survive.
each night I empty my bleeding heart
of my forever love and grief
__________________
January 23, 2022
Poetry/Crystalline/bleeding heart
Copyright Protected, ID 01-1423-864-23
All Rights Reserved, 2022, Constance La France
Written for the Standard contest, A Strand (1058)
sponsor, Brian Strand, Judged 01/24/2022
First Place
Maybe, that pyre is lighting up,
This demising dusk , so dark , so dry,
But , that pyre is cause of some,
Bleeding heart and oozing eyes!
Maybe, these winds are blowing away,
These ashes black and dark dirt,
But these blowing ashes are tearing some,
Oozing eyes and bleeding heart!
Oh , maybe a sudden death, gloom us,
But , everyone in this world will die,
And , maybe time will heal some,
Bleeding heart and oozing eyes!
~~~
Scarlet life soaks the powerful scene
In melancholy whispers of praise
Spoken in a prayer to God’s ear
As bleeding hearts weep shyly always
~
Vibrant cherry meets the silence
Blending with tears of pleasure
Hope thickened moments spent in
Reflections of hearts we treasure
~
Blushing rose awakens the spirit
To inspiration that is almost haunting
Coloring the thoughts in hues of
Compassion poured out oh, so daunting
~
Brilliant burgundy breathes light
Across the hearts and their yawning
Insight into the feelings we shed
When discovering a faithful dawning
~
Musical as crimson on a dew drenched leaf
There is wisdom alive inside the dance
Of a bud from this lamenting flower
Who desires to flood hearts at first glance
~~~
May 8, 2021
Workshop: Inviting the Muse Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Jack Webster
She is wearing fuchsia, he told me.
It was easy to see her now.
No wonder he was smitten.
She had a confidence that uplifted the garden.
The other flowers paled in comparison.
I am shy, he told me. I cannot do this!
You are a bee, I said sternly. She is expecting you.
He made a couple of attempts to sidle up, but failed.
You do it, he told me. I’m not ready.
I rolled my eyes.
Why do monarchs always have to lead the way?
Is it only in this garden or is it every garden?
When I got closer I veered off.
Also intimidated.
I had never seen a blossom this lovely.
My heart is bleeding
And I wish you could see
The pain and sadness
You have inflicted on me
I have given my all
Everything that I am
But you clearly don't see
Or just don't give a damn
You feel I'm obligated
That it’s my duty to stay
To try and make you happy
In some sick and twisted way
Uncaring and condescending
Your words cut to the bone
You feel you are my life’s ruler
Sitting high upon your throne
But your reign over me has ended
No more torturing my soul
It’s my dignity I need to salvage
And my heart I need to console
You’re a fool to have thought
I would lie down at your feet
That I could live with the pain
Or I would cower and retreat
I’ve gathered all my strength
Bandaged my bleeding heart
It’s time to start the healing
And gracefully depart.
As I walk through the door
I will hold my head high
But I will leave you with these four words
Which are BLANK YOU AND GOODBYE!
A loss left my heart ripped
A memory still makes my heart skip
I wonder what still holds it together
Pounding on and on in a chain of pain
My heart is empty but heavy
For not belonging
For always longing
It holds on to someone
Someone far away and done
It’s always aware of its own pain
Always somewhere my mind can’t reign
I sink between heartbeats
To a place with nothing
With a heavy load of nothing
And the throbs are counting to nothing
I robbed myself for nothing
I need a graft
A new heart to escape this durance
Healing not coming with endurance
Time measured by pulse
A heart has its own path of life
Sometimes the body and mind can’t find
It wounds and healing is of a different kind
But how do I stop the bleeding?
And how does a heart bleed?
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