My heart’s tethered to a string,
Within the circle we drew,
Where you, the new axis,
Stand oddly in the center,
With the cord’s other end cradled to your chest.
I play this game unnaturally—alone—
Smashing my heart from one side,
Drawing each revolution closer to you.
And as the rope snakes around your still body
Ready to embrace my heart with yours,
I race to the side where you should stand
And bat my heart back into orbit,
Blasting it away from you
For the return volley
Again and again.
I won’t let myself win.
Yet one day I’ll collapse—heartless—
And this game will end,
So you, bound to my deflated heart,
Can fill it up and return it to me.
You’ll help me to my feet
And we’ll replay this game
The way it was meant to be—
Together.
3 comments:
I dig the metaphor you're using here, and you stay true to it throughout the entirety of the poem. I do, however, get slightly confused by the use of the second person pronoun. Is the you the pole? Is it the absent player on the other side? Is it both? Other than this slight confusion, the precision in language is masterful, sir.
Golly. I marvel at just how much of a poet you are now man. I like the images. The precision and the simple beauty in your language. Yeah the pronoun confuses me a little too, but that's small potatoes my poet friend.
I appreciate the comments gentlemen. To avoid the pronoun confusion, I added the appositive "the new axis" to clarify that the you is taking the place of the pole.
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