I sent my heart to you
With the click of a key
Depressed in its slot
As if it were any other point
Of data for transmission
But this was my heart
Those sweat-glistening fears
That lurch me awake in the
Moon-shadowed nights;
The giddiest hopes that defy
Any sober confession;
The chest-scalding pain of
Of a thousand humiliations
And betrayals grouted into
The seams of the struggle of living;
The dream-flight euphoria of love
Falling hesitantly, yet precisely delicate
from my lips like a vow of chastity
whispered to heaven;
All of the deepest currents, all of the tides
All of the waves, every drop of this ocean
That is the existence of me
I have wrapped up into
The ventricles and valves
of the heart of my soul,
woven into the warp and the woof
of the Purkinje fibers,
the neuromuscular synapses
of what makes me,
me.
And with the press of a key
I have sent you my heart
And between each blink of this cursor
A resurrection occurs.
I love the raw vulnerability and beauty of this poem. It has that special quality of opening the readers heart. i love how you seem to come more into your own skin as you write Seamus. Full Marks.
...a thousand humiliations And betrayals grouted into The seams of the struggle of living grouted- what a great verb! a great image! glen
You are a true romantic and your words are touching because the heart is very fragile but we ache to give it away knowing it can be chipped so easily and so unfixable (hope that's a word :)
Hearts are very fragile, and we are all doomed to keep trying to give pieces of ourselves away. I pray peace over you, wherever your path may wander...
And with the press of a key I have sent you my heart And between each blink of this cursor A resurrection occurs. - - - - - Poetry carries our innermost emotion- - - Now with computer we open ourselves to unknown people by click of a mouse.Wow- - - - a wonderful work, I really enjoyed.
Thank you, kind Bharati, for your insightful and gracious comments. I am humbly grateful. Be blessed! Neal
There are some beautiful lines and images in this poem. I like how you mix the concrete with the ever so abstract...The medical terminology, the processes in the body that generate these emotions....the metaphor of grouting tile and grouting grouting betrayals. I thought this was about lovers, but then in your note I see you were thinking about vulnerability in writing. I agree....in being a writer, there is an awful lot of rejection. I've experienced allot too. Just keep on! :)
Dear Pamela, thank you for your insightful comments. Yes, this piece was triggered by the act of writing, but as I worked through it─as often does─a deeper layer of myself seemed to escape. I am by nature a very insulated soul; I do not make emotional connections very easily, and being vulnerable is the very last action I would prefer to take in nearly any circumstance. But, alas, somehow I also have a deep drive to write, which as you note requires facing a lot of potential rejection. So I find a fascinating duality in the vulnerability of writing and in the vulnerability of intimate relationships. Thanks again for reading, and for your thoughtful comments, as always. Neal
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Indeed, this is a thought provoking poem. The title is apt for the poem.
Thank you, kind sir, for your gracious comments. I look forward to enjoying more of your work. NB