Tuesday, January 5, 2010

I hold a heavy heart

I hold a heavy heart,
Sometimes you get stuck,
With a thought.

Images and worlds,
Past, present and future,
Kith and kin and friends.

Everything seems a blur,
Flowers bloom, inevitably-
Thoughts start a slur.

I try to make sense,
Of the benign and brute,
In between penchant emotions.

Strings move blood,
And brushes paint the sky-
Dreams of a flight.

What can be held,
That isn't alive?
What can crawl the mind,
Which isn't a love?

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