We all have One, yet Some of Us Need Reminders or Replacements

My heart is

a big part

of my anatomy,

of who I am as

well as who you are.

A hollow muscular organ

chambered in vertebrates

pumping blood to all veins

and arteries within.

It maintains Life,

the flow

of blood

throughout

the entire body.

It’s approximate location

is behind the breast.

The source of one’s

emotions and sensibilities

is in the brain

and the pit of the belly

yet we make appeals

to the heart

on subjects dear

to “her” meaning.

Only women can have such feelings.

Not true.

The seat of intellect

or imagination,

the heart.

The worst atrocities

one could devise,

the emotional constitution,

the heart.

The basic disposition

or character.

A man after my own heart

couldn’t be that of a woman after a man’s heart.

In light of

one’s heart

prevailing mood

or current inclination

could represent a leader

who shows no capacity,

sympathy,

generosity and or compassion

of heart.

To those he or she “leads,"

meaning children,

seem to have won

their heart

at a live auction in Mauer Park. 

Maybe the government

feels guilty

for their lack of courage,

resolution or fortitude.

Their lack of heart.

They know that soldiers

hearts dropped

the moment

they hit the battlefield.

Some retreated or

went ape s**t

over the firmness,

the will

or the callousness

required to carry out

a task unpleasant.

A task loaded with

too much responsibility.

Taking and wounding

other hearts of other human beings.

At night they sat around

playing cards

in their

makeshift barracks.

Cards,

with red heart

shaped figures in hand;

a conventional

two-lobed representation.

A full sized picture of a heart.

In one’s

deepest feelings,

a heart.

To memorize

word for word,

by heart.

Lifting one’s spirits;

making one happy,

doing one’s

heart good.

An archaic

form of encouragement;

to hearten hearted hearting hearts.

From the bottom

or the depths

of one’s heart.

The deepest appreciation

and sincerity

from one’s heart.

In the seat

of one’s truest feelings,

one’s heart of hearts.

To fall in love with,

or to lose one’s

heart

to another

heart.

To steal.

To win affection.

To take to heart.

To one’s heart’s content,

without limitation.

Satisfaction entirely worn

on one’s sleeve clearly opening

one’s behavior with all of one’s heart.

With great willingness or pleasure,

deeply feeling devoted,

frightened or anxious.

All heart.

March 15, 2012. Berlin, Germany.

©2012.Brandon Beacon Hill.All Rights Reserved.   

Reviews

[TL Boehm]

nicely done. Really enjoyed the staccato lines in this

[None]

This has a neat "beat" to it. Nice work.

[victoria]

heart warming, informative and great use of various context to depict phraseology of the heart....all of it true. Much enjoyed this read Brandon.

[Thea]

A unique poem...The idea was great...Well done.
:)))

[Cathy Wattam]

This is a heart-felt look at the most beautiful of muscles. I really enjoyed it, thanks.