What says the heart

What says the heart betrayed?

Does it count aloud the hours with resign?

Does it curse the astrological malign?

Like some kind of pulmonary Gemini

Mercury in self destructive retrograde

What says the heart scorned?

Does it wax poetic like a thorn-ribbed Edgar?

Does it quoth the Raven, “only this and never more”?

Like some kind of aortic carnivore

Flashing its fangs from the hunger pangs

Grinding its canines to bide the time

What says the heart bereft?

Does it recite macabre sonnets to what is left?

Does it hang its dampened cravings out to dry?

As the stave does the treble clef?

One can only hope it can’t detect

That to know of love

Is to know a hundred little deaths

a. duncan, 2019


Are you the definition of insanity?
Or am I?
Oh, it must be nice
To love someone who lets you break them twice

— Finneas, ‘Break my heart again’


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Amor et melle et felle est fecundissimus || Love is rich with both honey and venom

19 thoughts on “What says the heart

    1. Ahhhh! Rob, darling, thank you!! It literally just wrote itself this morning. The whole thing. From the first line to the last. I hardly paused or edited. It’s rather amazing (and rare) when that happens. I’m so pleased it resonated with you. ❤

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  1. I think this is exactly what a very eloquent, well read, and beautifully poetic scorned heart would say:
    “Does it wax poetic like a thorn-ribbed Edgar?
    Does it quoth the Raven, “only this and never more”?”

    And your final line has me on the floor
    “To know of love is to know a hundred little deaths”. Be still my beating heart.

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    1. Oh Rachel – I am always wildly flattered by your words but this right here has me especially flush. What a compliment, that it moved you so. Be still *my* beating heart whenever you respond!

      I don’t know what came over me but the whole poem just poured out this morning, beginning with that Poe stanza. I’ve been sick with strep throat and the creativity was bottled up for a few days while I was trying to recover. Maybe I should get sick more often ❤

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    1. Yes. Very. And my toddler daughter has it too, so the misery in this house is currently twofold. But everything will be righted in good time. We’re taking goo care of ourselves, I promise.

      Have I told you lately that I love you? ❤

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    1. Aw, you sweet creature, I know ❤ It hurt me to write it… but at the same time, that line has a secret silver lining. To know pleasure is to know pain. One can not exist without the other. So to know love, we must also know absence. For every bad there is an equal value of good. ❤ So the more sadness one feels, the more one also feels joy.

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