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  • What we can afford to lose.

    i lost my heart
    in a summer night with chirping crickets
    and oppressive heat
    and overgrown hedges and gardens,
    and wells 50 feet down.
    you in the dark can hear
    frogs sing, and the air is thick;
    scented with the freshness
    voluptuous, green grasses.
    i lost my heart
    during a summer night, in that house
    in the basement
    where it all came in --
    and finally got to me.
    i lost my heart
    when the moon was nowhere around.
    i lost my heart
    a shoe-string to the future, again
    stranded at that house
    deep in the dark basement
    listening and listening
    being consumed by the
    dark, i lost my
    heart.

  • #2
    Very nice amenOra.

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    • #3
      Amen Ora a lighter touch than some of your work here but it works well

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      • #4
        Interesting. The formatting you chose adds emphasis, and the repeated refrain rolls the passage of time right along. Sad subject matter, but vivid descriptions at each stage of progression.

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        • #5
          Hello amenOra, Such a sad and lonely poem of a suffocating claustrophobia in the basement of despair - no light whatsoever - the heart is indeed, 'a lonely hunter', lost in the dark and no deeper a darkness. A profound passage of poetry. Very well done. Fond regards, Tony.

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          • #6
            Thanks friends.

            Well, you all said it right. I lost my heart, as in I keep going back there. Except there was something about it that redeems it, the wild growth, the isolation. I guess I knew I was alive. Sad that we might have to hearken back, but maybe not. I wrote this to process... See, so, it's kinda bittersweet.

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            • #7
              A heart lost to nature
              that you find
              finds you
              part of it

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              • #8
                This is hauntingly poetic.

                The chorus really punctuates the sense of loss.

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