Friday, October 24, 2008

A heart of cold




Chthonic verdigris like a mottled splodge
adorneth that gangrenous organ once which
upon so called healing seems a keloid map
covered with rime, unable to melt again.

3 comments:

Michelle Johnson said...

Hello Deathsweep, it's good to see you again. I'm glad you dropped by. You've captured the essence of the heart's ability to heal once but, now is unable to melt or warm up to new circumstances. Well done. Have a nice weekend. And, don't make yourself a stranger. See ya~

lissa said...

I like it, the friday 5 words fits well here, and I really like the heart image, brings out the poem

This Brazen Teacher said...

Have you heard the myth:

When you find a penny, someone you loved who passed away is present?

Just wondered...

:-)

Braz