My Heart Is Not My Heart Anymore Poem by Rosalinda Flores Martinez

My heart is not my heart anymore
I left it in the pulpit, wiggling red like jelly.

In a pilgrim's silence, the walls of
the sky tore and clouds restrained
Rain was supposed to be vicious,
but rainbows came.Earth was supposed
to curse, yet mercy reigned.

I died for sometime in the nightmares
that haunted me.I was raging with the
moon in every fortnight.What taste
does she offer? Beneath dignity her
coarse tongue roused trouble in my home.

Foolish fire! My youth was stripped, my heart,
an oblation, my lips sullen and unkissed!
To unending highways, grief toppled me down
To drumbeats of rock stars, to a deafening roar
I sieved layers of smoke.


Michael Furey from the gasworks sustained
my innocence. Books dozed off my nights
My bed groaned
Until You, brushed my shame -
"summum bonum. "

My heart is not my heart anymore;
stretched tight to the sky,
I cry to the dead -
and like a child,
I blubber "Lord! " -for hope.




Rosevoc. sept 14,2016