On the Paper Heart
I'm not someone with a paper heart,
sewn delicately on my sleeve,
exposed to fingers to tear.
How can people wear it so unveiled?
How can they be so gullible to
indifference of possible scored trust?
My heart of flesh echoes rhythms
of mortality within me, enabling me
to keratinize my soul, never crumbling from fire.
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indifference of possible scored trust?
My heart of flesh echoes rhythms
of mortality within me, enabling me
to keratinize my soul, never crumbling from fire.
#Lumia720Photos
#Lumia720CoverPhoto
#NokiaLumia720
This post is linked to ABC Wednesday, show your world Tuesday, and Macro Monday.
Beautiful words and illustration. Carver, ABC Wed. Team
ReplyDeletebeautiful poetic musings, nice complementary photo
ReplyDeletemuch love...
Heartfelt words. Love is a fragile thing, we must take care of it. I like that the book pages used in the image is of a blank calendar. Each day starts blank to fill as we chose. Clearly here the choice is to love.
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ReplyDeletePowerful expressions and emotions.
ReplyDeleteI wore my heart on my sleeve when I was younger. Not so much any more, unless I really trust somebody.
ReplyDeleteVery CLEVER!
ReplyDeleteROG, ABC Wednesday team
What an interesting photographic perspective! And...I love your poem.
ReplyDeleteWhat a wonderful perspective!
ReplyDeleteThis really made me think! I love your clever writing style.
Thank you for sharing it.
A+
This is beautiful Bhupesh...
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