Poetry To Feel It Pound

[nomad]

This is a rondeau I wrote for a contest last year. I added extra internal rhymes halfway through some of the lines.


To Feel It Pound

I hold my heart when thunder claps,
I hold it when the courier raps
Upon my door — to feel the beat
It often hides — it drums so sweet
And then subsides to tender taps.

My heart is shy when only maps
Can dare expound what hungry gaps
Consume the ground between our feet.
I hold my heart

And tear the envelope that wraps
The lifeblood printed on your scraps
And feed my veins like summer heat
Is supped by rains. Until we meet
At last again when storms collapse,
I hold my heart.

 

[Sexy Beast]

Really interesting, I must say. Kind of sounds like a neutral sort of thing. When I thought, at first it would be a love-type of poem, you surprise me by throwing in some depression-ish elements. I really like this.