There's a Heart of Iron in This One
by Trisha De Gracia
I'm tin. I can tell:
The whir of stirred blood and the
troublesome thudding has waned,
has wavered, and gone. The satin
that lined me inside has been washed,
has been hung up to dry many times,
and now I'm all leather and oil and grime.
My innards creak and crease
as I breathe. I don't eat
but for shards of glass houses,
Ten cents a seat!
Watch me turn from Man
Author's Note: Topic: There's a Heart of Iron in This One. thanks to Aaron Michael *** thanks Vince! I liked the suggestion :)
Posted on 02/23/2010
Copyright © 2020 Trisha De Gracia
|Member Comments on this Poem|
|Posted by V. Blake on 02/23/10 at 07:04 AM|
My one recommendation would be to change the words "As I turn" to "Watch me turn." I think it would add another layer of spectacle to that last stanza, completing this already excellent piece.
|Posted by Joe Cramer on 02/23/10 at 05:25 PM|
|Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 02/23/10 at 09:17 PM|
Very, very cool.
|Posted by Aaron Michael on 02/24/10 at 07:25 AM|
i like your metal. very nice take on the topic. keep rockin' in the free world, chica.
|Posted by Julie Adams on 02/24/10 at 09:44 AM|
what an interesting application to the human condition...I love how you have personalized the element to the subject from flesh to metal all in one poem, what a sight to behold...really interesting piece with lots of personality to it, kudos! Peace, ~jewels
|Posted by Aaron Michael on 09/04/18 at 05:14 AM|
I had to come back and read it again. This is beautiful.