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I carved a hole in my chest
to see what had become of my heart –
Expecting to find all hollow
I saw the cavity was filled with seeds
tiny as distant stars –
and multiple universes
platelets in a microcosmic stream
ever expanding to the unknown edges
of my interior space –
Set adrift like dandelions
the neutrinos of my extant love
dissipated into the ether –
I do not know if somewhere else
they might take root and do someone good.
Something like a sonnet for Marian's Just One Word (Hollow) prompt in The Imaginary Garden.
"Expecting to find all hollow
ReplyDeleteI saw the cavity was filled with seeds ...
I do not know if somewhere else
they might take root and do someone good"
Beautiful! ... And of course they will. <3
I do hope so!
DeleteThanks, dear one.
This is absolutely exquisite, Kerry!❤️ Our hearts are stronger than we give them credit for! Especially love this part; "I saw the cavity was filled with seeds tiny as distant stars – and multiple universes." Wow!😍😍
ReplyDeleteSo long as it keeps beating, Sanaa.. there will be love.
DeleteThank you.
This is stunning, Kerry! I particularly love:
ReplyDelete'Set adrift like dandelions
the neutrinos of my extant love
dissipated into the ether –
I do not know if somewhere else
they might take root and do someone good'.
Written at the end of a long week in blistering heat.. so I am glad it is doing some good.
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Nature--including our own--is resilient and determined, even despite us.
ReplyDeleteSo it goes!
DeleteStarted for me on a note of Stephen Crane and descended from there in a deeply satisfying whalefall -- a grandly nourishing death. Gorgeous.
ReplyDeleteSo long as death remains nourishing, my work here is done.
DeleteOur hearts are more determined than we give them credit for, especially when filled with distant stars.
ReplyDeleteAbsolutely!
DeleteOh that ending.... ! And I adore Shay's comment as well.
ReplyDeleteI really love that this heart wasn't only still beating, but ready to grow into more. The things we discover, when we take a chance (or a look) and let go.
ReplyDeleteLetting go is the key factor!
DeleteI love the word precision here, -
ReplyDeleteit's both concrete and yet dreamy - and startling combinations which add the image that you've planted in my mind -
the miracle of miracles, of the body, the heart, the infinite complexities, the mysteries .... and stars and galaxies and dandelion wishes? well, I'm the dandelion contessa, so you had me married to the poem right there.
Stay cool and hope the weather gives you a break, so you can catch a breath and feel more refreshed.
Thank you, Pat. Sending a few uber dandelion seed thoughts your way.
DeleteI love the idea of seeds like tiny stars that might take flight and lead whole other lives. Cool. Loved the opening lines so much!
ReplyDeleteThank you, Sherry.
Deletea hopeful tone, Kerry ~
ReplyDeleteCould go either way really..
DeleteThey do all the time. k.
ReplyDeleteThank you, friend.
DeleteI love this Kerry, because of your word choice, your metaphors, and most of all because of the hopefulness in your words.
ReplyDeleteOoh, these microcosms and universes within the heart have such a primordial aspect to them — I love your beautiful metaphors and images, binding us into this journey beyond time and matter.
ReplyDelete"Set adrift like dandelions/the neutrinos of my extant love/dissipated into the ether –": Wonderful writing, Kerry!
They will, I promise.
ReplyDeleteThis beautiful, Kerry. I loved there being hope found in the heart's hollow. Also the imagery of it's seeds being released as dandelion's being blown into the winds.
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This is quite vivid. I love the image of seeds in the cavity growing elsewhere and becoming 'more than'
ReplyDeleteOne can only hope... hoping that, holding that hope, puts off its own eventuality by a bit, right? Beautiful
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