Stan Petrovich

Rookie - 208 Points (10/27/1950 / Fort Riley, KS)

My Heart - Poem by Stan Petrovich

As there is depth to the ocean
There is an infinite calling to my heart:
The variety of sparks flying
Tragically evolve from one
To many
To all-consuming.

These sparks may be wings
(Sudden flutter of wings) ,
Sad large brown eyes
Of cattle, horse or donkey
Preceding their cruel bending
At the hands of humans;
The sparks can be stars
Or many stars, galaxies.

The dead are calling to me.
My heart is an open container.
It is not really my property;
It is the conclusion of my pain.

Comments about My Heart by Stan Petrovich

  • (1/2/2012 6:05:00 AM)

    Nice write...full of emotion.
    I have some new poems i would appreciate any feedback.
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  • (12/26/2011 4:48:00 AM)

    A great poem really liked it.
    A good write.
    May i invite you to read my new poem. called,
    For Paul Blackburn. Its a true story.
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Poem Submitted: Monday, December 26, 2011

Poem Edited: Monday, December 26, 2011

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