Torn from my warm tender chest
Beating but dashed into pieces
This flesh-like machine
Sputtering badly and bleeding
Like rainwater wrung through a sponge
Submerging my lungs
And I am forced to take it out
Set it to the side
In favor of cleaner energy
Generated from another source
With fewer working flaws
Devices less unpredictable
Suited for calm atmospheres
And warm climate shifts
This thing from my chest
Is fairing quite poorly in cold, I fear
Surely this calls for drastic measures
Synthetic parts or performance enhancements
Relics eventually fail
Poorly constructed, I suppose
In life of more modern assumptions
It was destined for the grave
But this flesh-like machine
Is hard to disarm
Cogs still turning
Like involuntary twitches triggered
From a severed appendage
It struggles to survive
But only the strong prevail, I’m told
All things must die
And it is not so strong tonight
At least that is how it appears to me
There on the table
Unable to awaken or rise
“A tragic waste it seems”, I think to myself
As I pull the plug
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Pulling the plug on most things is a painful business, VW, but the mere fact that it crosses our minds means that we’re ready for the ‘all things must die’ scenario… Mere flesh lets us down, I wonder if our souls are strong enough, and how we’ll find out the answer to that question? I find I’m asking more questions than answering any, mayhap I shall switch off my mind for a while, ’til answers have been formulated… 😀 xPenx
My questions will always far outweigh my answers, I’m afraid. But such is the nature of existence, is it not? Switching off my mind or my heart is something I have yet to learn to do efficiently, but for my sanity I feel I should get better at it lol. Thank you Pen!
OH! that scares me . Your use of words is epic. I am not sure of this poem , is it as it appears or is there another meaning. You are so clever. xx
Almost everything I write has “another meaning”, but I hope that in some way you can see it through your own lens of experience and adapt it to yourself. Sometimes I fear that explaining my thoughts on a poem will wreck its perception in the eyes of someone who may be able to adopt it and translate it in their own emotional language. What do YOU see in it? Thank you, WillowDot!
This is rather heavy…I had to go back and read it again…Were you taking your spiritual/emotional heart-center and treating it like the physical,fleshly mechanism that beats in our chests? However you meant this piece, it was very nicely done.
The heart is an interesting thing. We use it to refer to multiple parts of ourselves, but what is its meaning to us? We say things like “I (heart) NYC”, “put your heart into it”, “have a heart”, or “that was a half-hearted effort”. What do we mean? Do we even know? What is it to be brokenhearted? Hmmmmmm, what did I mean? I suppose that is for you to decide, my friend 🙂
Thank you for the kind words!
Well stated! I was thinking about that after I asked you; that poems and songs often have multi-dimensional meanings and purposes, speaking to a number of minds on a number of levels…Almost magical sometimes in their timing.
How often I recall hearing a favorite artist explain a song, much to my disappointment. My imagination had taken it so much further than they intended. Hopefully I can prevent myself from crippling any imagination on this blog 🙂
This piece moved me. The analogy of a cleaner fuel made me smirk. The double meaning of the climate. I want to curl up into this poem and stay a while.
Curl up and stay as long as you like! Thank you for stopping by!
Nicely written “it is not so strong tonight” my favorite part I have thought that so many times in the past year.
Yes, hearts are stronger than we think them to be sometimes. It is amazing the physical trauma they can endure, but then be crushed by but a little emotion
I like the thought of looking at your heart not only as a machine but outside yourself. paints a beautifuly painful picture.
Silly hearts…so annoying at times 🙂
Your words leave me speechless. I’m not quite sure what to say, but I thought you should know that I loved it.
Thank you, muse. That makes me feel that perhaps it is worth my time after all to write 🙂
To one it may be worth everything.
So tragic and painful but so well put.
Thank you
You’ve been missing for a few days my friend, I hope you return soon! Your words are missed!
I don’t know if I can, but it means a lot to be missed. I am deeply grateful
I’m so sorry to hear that, I always look forward to your writings each day. I do hope all is well. If not then I will keep you in my mind and hope that things get better for you soon. 🙂
Thank you so much. I am so glad to have found your work. I apologize for being gone so long