Bones

May 3, 2010 at 12:02 am (Poetry) (, , , , , , , , , , , )

Mistaken-

She tells me to put

my heart in a box.

She thinks the sight

pains me

but it doesn’t.

It confuses me.

I don’t understand

why these bleak and barren bones

make other people sad-

why it causes them pain.

***I wrote this after watching an episode of Bones where the lovely forensic anthropologist, Dr. Brennan, tells Zack he has to put his heart in a box when looking at the remains of a murdered child. I think the poem speaks for itself.
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Denim Heart

April 14, 2010 at 3:07 pm (Poetry) (, , , , , , , , , )

A denim heart

Rough, tough to tear

Protective and reliable

Hard to rip

This denim heart

was not always so

Hard to break

Look closer

See the seams

See the patches

This denim heart

repaired with thread and linen

is not so

Hard to shatter

For though denim it is

on the outside

There is glass underneath

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