Heart Of Many Shapes Poem by rosalinda flores martinez

My heart is a pin cushion
Where many needles are kept

And an emery bag
That cleans the rust.

It is like a red tomato
But doesn’t squirt when pricked,

It is firm like a red ball
with players to hold it

And dribble it many times
To the ground.

It is like sunflower with many petals
Some strong and some wilting,

It is triangle like a tree.

My heart has many shapes
dolours like cakes

wiggling under skin of veins
Curves, straight lines,

And bath bubbles of fine red

rainbows that magnet grief
loves all so brief

soon to oblivion. O heart, you,
forever God will keep!


06.29.09