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A Hole in My Heart

May 3, 2006

There’s a hole in my heart
that began as a bleeding wound.
Time smoothed the edges and trued up the frame.
Now it’s a window into memory.

I could have let it grow shut
kept out the dust and occasional flies
but that would have cut off the view.
So what if rain gets in?

An empty seashell echoes with remembered surf.
If it were sealed shut, you would hear nothing.
Poke a hole in your heart
what sounds are echoing in there?

written by Tiel Aisha Ansari of Knocking from Inside.

  1. Ivy
    May 4, 2006 at 3:12 am

    A thought-provoking poem — how visceral the start, how murmurously it ends.

  2. May 4, 2006 at 2:32 pm

    A broken heart is an accurate metaphor, but better to have a hole poked into it, that will never close. And such a heart can never be hard and closed again. Thank you.

  3. May 4, 2006 at 9:46 pm

    The last two lines of this are so powerful!

  4. May 5, 2006 at 5:20 am

    Lovely and original poem. I had only heard of hearts in a romantic sense. But it is also a spiritual fibre. I have to poke a hole in mine.

  5. MB
    May 6, 2006 at 10:56 pm

    This poem goes in and out, out and in, like the pumping of blood to and from the heart. Great question.

  6. May 6, 2006 at 11:21 pm

    Thanks for the nice comments, all.

    Aiman: don’t worry, life will take care of that for you.

  7. sume
    May 7, 2006 at 9:51 pm

    Beautiful as always, Tiel. Creative and original, yet univeral in concept. Kind of like you. ;)

  8. December 7, 2007 at 8:13 am

    Nice, which any reader of KFI is used to.

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