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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.
Categories: An Opening in the Body
Tiel Aisha Ansari
qarrtsiluni 
A thought-provoking poem — how visceral the start, how murmurously it ends.
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.
The last two lines of this are so powerful!
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.
This poem goes in and out, out and in, like the pumping of blood to and from the heart. Great question.
Thanks for the nice comments, all.
Aiman: don’t worry, life will take care of that for you.
Beautiful as always, Tiel. Creative and original, yet univeral in concept. Kind of like you. ;)
Nice, which any reader of KFI is used to.