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31 July 2016

The Heart Breaking

The heart breaking silently awake
wishes to drown itself instead in loud tears
because it is afraid of the waking up
to what is real, and afraid of the silence
in which it must confront the void,
which may be endless – but there is no escape
from the breaking that opens the heart
out into a different world, unsuspected
when the heart was whole and firm, and closed.
How can I know this? Because, it is my heart.


A second poem linked to Because It Is My Heart – Micro Poetry at 'imaginary garden with real toads'
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10 comments:

  1. Kerry O'Connor31 July 2016 at 23:21

    Wonderful, Rosemary. A poem like this cuts deep - for both reader and writer. It is not easy to wear one's heart on one's sleeve...

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  2. ✿1 August 2016 at 03:33

    I love this: "there is no escape
    from the breaking that opens the heart"

    That's a great line break, actually. Sometimes escape only comes in saying "no" to people. But sometimes, it's the other way around; some of us get so used to saying "no" to everything that we need a little encouragement (read: force) to start saying "yes" instead. :P

    The heart "breaking awake" is really a profound consideration. I think we do often walk around in a state of wakeful sleeping in order to keep our hearts closed (and safe). Very insightful poem, Rosemary.

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    1. Rosemary Nissen-Wade1 August 2016 at 08:31

      I'm ever so pleased that someone is noticing my line breaks!

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    2. ✿1 August 2016 at 09:01

      That's where the most meaning is hidden, if you ask me. I'm always watching the line breaks. ;)

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  3. Thylacine X1 August 2016 at 05:43

    Thank you for your gift of poetry.

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  4. Sherry Blue Sky1 August 2016 at 07:49

    I love both your heart poems, each so different, as is the way of hearts that are open. I really felt this one.

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  5. Anonymous1 August 2016 at 20:10

    even in sleep the heart knows it is broken - captured the dread so well

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  6. Magaly Guerrero2 August 2016 at 00:44

    We always know ourselves best. We have felt the pains and happiness. We've laughed and bled.

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  7. Jim2 August 2016 at 15:17

    Nice reading of a terrible mating. Been there, 'wishe(d) to drown itself instead in loud tears. Second time has been a charm, no drowning, not even many tears.
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    1. Rosemary Nissen-Wade2 August 2016 at 20:10

      I am glad for your second time, Jim! I left my poem ambiguous, so it could apply to any instance of heartbreak and therefore anyone might relate. But mine was actually the heartbreak of widowhood after a long and beautiful mating.

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