Last week, Myra featured Joel Toledo’s Heart. A poem I fell in love with the moment I read it. However, in the collection of poetry the poet sent Myra, there was another poem that had the same title which I’ll feature today as we join this week’s poetry Friday that is hosted by Tabatha Yeats of The Opposite of Indifference.
I do not know what I loved about this poem, whether it is the alliteration, that strong declaration at the beginning of the poem or the line “I pin a right hand over it at times.” To me, this poem captures the heart’s ability to take on the most difficult challenges of life. Anyway, I’ll leave you to it.
Heart I don’t anymore want melody with its wont for pleasing and pattern and why should I have it lilting in the background when consoling relatives? My heart is forged for frailty and failure. I am accepting this now– its many vessels leading to sorrow, its southpaw stance. I pin a right hand over it at times, out of duty or earnestness or just to check if its still here. Yes, there is always some grand grief in its capacity to quiet everything, eventually. And I do not cherish such knowledge. So every day, I work it, this heart , pacing it because I hate syncopation. Skip that. I want complete mono/tone. I prefer the cadence, the metronome. I insist on heart.