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Heartchaeology
April 30, 2006 11:21 PM

Heartchaeology (I Won't Even Need a Whip)

Your heart is remote
and inaccessible
as an ancient pharaoh
encased in a dozen coffins
within an elaborate sarcophagus
housed in a secret tomb
beneath a pyramid
surrounded by deserts
and guarded by a cruel
brilliant sphinx

In spite of this
I embark on a journey
to unearth it
and bring upon myself
the deadly curse
of loving you

Some may call me a fool
and say that no
glittering plunder
is worth
so much suffering

To which I respond
the gold
has nothing
to do with it


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Comments

Helena, I can totally relate to this poem. It's beautiful, thank you.

Posted by: Jen Neil on May 1, 2006 06:21 AM

More please, with this kind of truth - the heart is never an ice-cube.

Posted by: oneblackline on May 2, 2006 04:14 AM

In life there's rarely gold, only scraps and walls of text in an ancient tongue. Recognizing what has value and meaning amidst the sand can take a lifetime of research.

I enjoyed this poem and the previous two quite a lot.

Posted by: claire on May 2, 2006 04:08 PM

Like your recent poetry of the heart very much. Sorry I don't read the blog more often-Valarie's dad died late last month and it's taken forever for his cremains to get here and the funeral won't be until next week.

Also got into a listserve argument
with our mutual friend Nathan the Jackhammer-now I'm banned from his listserve and his West Valley venue. Thank goodness sometimes local poetry is a group of subsets rather than a completely unified conglomerate :)

Otherwise, life isn't all
that bad.

Please stay well and keep writing.

Sincerely,
Terry

Posted by: Terry McCarty on May 9, 2006 01:52 AM

again, a masterpiece. i so can relate.

Posted by: ms. sizzle on May 10, 2006 11:20 AM
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