My Small, Black Heart
An ode to the little bite of love I bring; with this black and shriveled thing
Do not be fooled; this doesn't rhyme
At least, not all the time
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Love, (Brother, Sister, Friend, Acquaintance, Fellow Traveller)
(please delete as appropriate)
If you are reading this
(and you are)
Know that this is, for now
All I can give you
Perhaps you deserve so much more
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Yet
Here it is
My offering
My sacrifice
Paltry as it is
Take it
Disregard it
Discard it
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It is but a tiny token
A blackened twisted shell
Barely worthy of "like"
Let alone "love"
Even less worthy of you
Probably
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How much love can it hold, after all?
Perhaps it's all about perspective
Maybe Love is infinite, and the little droplet is as a tsunami
Or perhaps not
It means different things to different people
Different things to me
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A vessel
A box
Like a coffin
For something it cannot contain
But tries anyway
A husk
A symbol
A token
1 (ONE) Thanks
1 (ONE) Respect
1 (ONE) Awe
1 (ONE) SMILE
And also,
My note to self:
You already read that one, you dummy
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I adore this LC. It brought back that emotion where it feels like you've used up all your love but still keep trying to give more, hoping it's still worth something. That strange feeling doesn't get written about enough, so thank you for this
loved this
Loved the double meanings of this.
And I will re-read it to unlock all the different messages in a mood. ❤️
Maybe Love is infinite, and the little droplet is as a tsunami. That line resonated so deeply with me. Like I was finally being understood. Thank you so much for that!
I liked this!
Aha! The little black hearts. Sometimes I'm dumb as a box of rocks with a hole in the bottom.
Very original topic for a poem, great job!
I feel this speaks to so many moments of exhaustion, I read it as that wanting to give and only having a tiny bit and hoping it will feed the other sufficiently to stay, and thought about how often and across how many contexts, we feel that.
“Maybe Love is infinite, and the little droplet is as a tsunami Or perhaps not” Damn gorgeous metaphor, I stopped to picture a drop as a tsunami…and then the erasing of that, wow. I read this ode as perhaps something you did not intend, but that I felt, and it warmed my heart. Such a beautiful creation, this. 💕
Well this was powerful Very nicely done! And I spite thee by bestowing upon it a like and my earnest enjoyment of it :)
Minor edit to fix the formatting - hope that's better!
Good work
Oh I "loved" this...the format and your well-chosen words!