Tomoki Hayasaka
Each person has a heart line
A palm-woven guide given
To sincere acts of self-expression
My line is composed of barbed wire
With every confession my scars
Sink deeper, scars being the residual
Of lips that no longer elongate or ascend
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My heart line is defective
Not because I cannot love
My composition is eternal
Not because I lack passion
Though mine burns
For very little besides poetry
But because I cannot find
Within myself that spark of genius
I am then again perhaps I am not
A writer but what of endowment?
What of the mollusk that tends
My garden divesting each muse
As if a wholesome cabbage?
What of my carapace
Which prohibits any reality
Counter to the spineless sliver
That constitutes my own?
What of my wall-crawling heart
Weeping and sluggish in exile?
I am afraid that I will not last long
That I will accomplish little if at all
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Your exposed pupils scream
Too low for the human ear to detect
Your hysterical slopping brows
Taking detour after detour
We do not meet face to face
Or soul to soul but hip to hip
There is no question of desire
No question of existence or love
When we are primitively employed
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There are too many questions
Too many hypotheses
Both judicious and presumptive
I can no longer feign human
My gait forbids acceleration
Steps are impossible
I move through peristalsis
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this is brilliant
Oh wow Paul thanks!
Wow this is so deep and totally fascinating. I believe the spark of genius is evident in many of your posts.
Brilliant post!
Thank you so much for kind words =)
A riveting read. You are endowed by the blessings of muse… always remember that and keep on writing. 🙂
Thanks so much Anmol =) I certainly intend to keep writing
This was amazing Yves, so well written you had me engrossed throughout.
Thank you very much Michael =)
I so much enjoy reading this and love the picture. Well done.
Thank you so much =)
we are often our harshes critics…and we can not see the heart in the verse that others see so clearly….like the life line being barb wire and how the scars sink in….those scars talk as well…
So true Brian and thank you very much for your insightful comment
Just brilliant.
Thanks =)
Fantastic, deep and multi layered, love it!! 🙂 🙂
Thanks Helen!
Beautifully composed thought.Regards.jalal
Thanks Jalal
Beautiful and brilliant. You, as always, inspire.
Thank you Melanie right now I really need to hear that
Magnificently written and beautifully read piece on the love and doubts of the poet and human challenges. The language is exquisite and the expression is poetically divine…the heart-line as a palm-woven guide; divesting muses; weeping and sluggish; moving by peristalsis. Inspired work.
That is such a tremendous compliment Mike and I cannot even begin to express how much that means to me
Yes, a poem where the scars are exquisite! Thank you very much!
Thanks Leovi =)
Hauntingly written. Very impressive.
Thanks so much Kim it means a lot