My Wooden Heart

We used to sit 

by the sea;

The two of us

watching the sun set-

carving hearts in the sand.

Watching them fade 

away - 

bit by bit - 

wave by wave. 

I would laugh

kidding,

mostly-

that we wouldn't

not like that

not like this. 

And you agreed.

We were made of stone. 

We were both wrong, 

it was wood-

that bound us,

synchronous vines

eager to grow, 

cut in their prime

eternal, but 

ultimately dead inside. 

What I wouldn't carve,

this rot wooden heart-

strait from my chest

to find the seed 

that once was. 

Reviews

[Poetic Beauty]

Sometimes this world hardens our hearts and we have to wait for the spark to catch the wood the aflame with love and passion once again. I love the details and the conversation while sitting by the sea.

[Bliss]

A very mature and metaphorical offering, good writing often leaves the reader to relate in their own way as one might to artwork, and this is certainly what you have done!

[smurfett]

Very nice Jack! Good to read from you again. You have such talent!! Love it

[Magnolia]

Oh a very poignant poem, thank you...Maggie