~ Cicatrix Poem by Adeline Foster
~ Cicatrix
~ Cicatrix
The heart is like a honeycomb,
Each section having many rooms:
Faith, and love, and hope, and trust.
Some hearts were never made to stand
The pains that years of life will hand;
Yet bear that pain we must.
So in those rooms of honeycombs
There are many silent, sacred tombs
With locks that never rust.
Each searing pain will close a door,
And, though we walk on as before,
There is a little less of us.
And, sometimes in the evening's gloom,
We reach into some closed off room
And drag a skeleton from a shelf;
And, though we do not understand,
We turn it o'er as best we can,
And put it back to rest.
very well written, and takes the reader from room to room in that honneycomb
A well written metaphor, and its wonderful thought that you created the 4 chamber of hearts into faith, love, hope and trust. And with the triscuspid valve and mitral valve as the doors. A very creative poem. I like it.
and though we walk on as before there is a little less of us great line, it takes many years to see this thank you martin
This is very good. The heart is a honeycomb. Love is the honey itself.. Brian
oh my. such a refreshing poem. some poets only too well can elaborate another's feeling
Sacred tombs with locks that never rust...well put, so very well put. The last line is the nail in the coffin which only holds the lid tight until we reach again. I love this poem because it is true to life and put in perfect order..Great work!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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I enjoyed. Alot of wisdom in this poem. Thank you for sharing.