Prism Heart Poem by Mona Lisa Aspiras

Prism Heart



Here I am stuck in my own heart
which is a prism, a rainbow prism.
Sometimes it's plastic, other times it's crystal
And other times it's made up of diamond.
And finally other times it's made up of
Water.
The droplets shine.
My tears shine and the sunlight shines
through them.
So they console me because they produce colors.

Prism Heart
Monday, July 15, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: colors,diamond,emotions,heart,rainbow,self,water
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
I wrote this poem wanting to describe my multifaceted self, just as complex as everyone else. It's a poem of self-identification, self-description, a poetic ID card, if you will. My heart, or myself, is this and that, but in the end, it's literally made up of blood and water, water being the keyword: giver of life, and in a spiritual sense, for me, producing colors - as it says in the poem, colors representing the whole gamut or rainbow of emotions.

The attached picture is a digital artwork titled "Butterfly Dreams" which I did in Spring of 2019 with a drawing software called Joy Doodle. Copyright © 2019 Mona Lisa B. Aspiras.
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Unnikrishnan E S 06 August 2019

Hi Poet, A very poignant observation. It is the prism of our heart that enables us to all the colours of the universe. That makes our life so colourful. Our capacity of imagination. Devoid of this prism, we may lose all colours of life, face a monohuistic world. But getting stuck in once own heart is a unique experience.

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