Too much medicine... This is a metaphorical look at the consequences/symptoms of Heart failure, jumbled up with the inability to express my emotions better. To help you figure things out,

http://www.americanheart.org/presenter.jhtml?identifier=339


Heart failure

My heart is a frog-filled swamp
with my emotions breaking out
into croaks at inopportune moments.

The sluggish rhythm of its beat
is like the wind that never blows
in the mangroves.

Occasional rivers
peddle their transparent
wares to greedy soil that
trap them fast,
never to flow again.

The water stands still
around the Corchorus.
Reedy roots carry
the wetness that is all around
to the leafy crowns that
speak to the sun.

A few gutsy parakeets
from the marsh fly up
to my drowning brain,
hoist it up with
brilliant tail-feathers and
feisty ropes of jasmine.

The sogginess breeds
grasshoppers for an alto
to the choir of the
newly tailless tadpoles,
and a crescendo of
assorted emotions yet
to be named.



Poetry by Arti
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Written on 2007-01-10 at 17:45

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Zachary P. B.
hope this is release so that you start feeling better.

i worry.

z.
2007-01-11


wee2souls
BEAUTIFUL!!!! A beauty this piece!!!
hugs to you
cindymac
2007-01-10


Zoya Zaidi
*Bookmarked*
2007-01-10


Zoya Zaidi
'A few gutsy parakeets
from the marsh fly up
to my drowning brain,'
Love the lyricism of these lines...

When mind is in a jumble,
And thoughts begin to fumble;
When heart is down and out
and hope sits without;
Then a song escapes the lips
And sorrows go in eclipse...

(((Hugs Arti, for this beauty of a poem)))
Love, Zoya
2007-01-10


Sandy Hiss
Arti, this is a wonderful piece. I noticed this one is also in free verse, much more loose and flowing than your other works. I love the metaphors and imagery here. I would say that your muse has returned.
2007-01-10