Jennifer Healy
I gather dry leaves
In the pockets of unattached wounds
Remorse is the flint
Of a presumptuous nostalgia
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In the winter of requital
I hold the catatonic embryos
Of my former acquisitions
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To whom do I chain this beast
This beast that lumbers within
The collapsible furnace
Of my indefensible heart?
mindlovemisery 
Artful~like this.
Good day~
Thank you =)
We all have inner demons who besiege us and who take so much of our time. The question is how to deal with them or exercise them is pursuit of vengence. Great poem as always Yves.
I am happy to say I am not out for revenge haha But I do agree we all have demons and it can be hard to find a healthy balanced way to deal with them
Very lovely – the picture makes me think of fairy tale books I saw as a child with sleeping princesses and so forth – your poem elevates this to something more mythic. 🙂 🙂 xxx
Oh wow thank you the picture is exquisite =)
Really well done, “indefensible heart”, lovely.
Thanks!
Wow so proudly written. This darkness that grows deep inside each of us. Indefensible indeed.
Thank you so much =)
in the pockets of unattached wounds *sigh* – gorgeous C. xx
Awww thank you Jenny =)
Your sick wordplay has me at a loss. Beautiful, my dear.
Thank you so much =)
I’m always amazed at the depth of your words, Yves. Powerful!
Thank you so much Celestine =)
the catatonic embryos is such a hard image….it def strikes
i like the use of flint and fire and furnace…think i would play that up a bit more
Thanks Brian! My mind always seems to cut off before I can complete my thoughts