My heart leaps up

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Grafika: DWV

My heart leaps up


Mining my heart and mind

is sometimes easy and spontaneous,

at other times arduous.


When I extract everything

that comes to mind,

the result is rather chaotic:

scalpels, oily cogs, black forest cake,

school shoes, smells of chewed biscuits in a pram,

cream soda, a crab’s dull eyes,

pigeon eggs, almost ripe peppers on a plant,

the pebble-strewn surface of Mars.


If I want order in all this,

in other words: the meaning of reality,

I need to mine differently –

with purpose.


Let’s start with a scalpel.

The skin parts silently under its merciless edge.

Fascia divide without protest.

Ribs are forced open and clamped

to reveal

the heart

that moves forward and backwards

like an anxious puppy.


The scalpel reflects

the incessantly invading light.

It rests on the red, pulsing muscle –

contracts, relaxes, contracts


It is going to cut

into the tissue,

it will release blood,

it is seeking truth.

My heart leaps up

William Wordsworth

My heart leaps up when I behold

A rainbow in the sky:

So was it when my life began;

So is it now I am a man;

So be it when I shall grow old,

Or let me die!

The Child is father of the Man;

And I could wish my days to be

Bound each to each by natural piety.

About kruger01

Poet, author, translator Grandfather of five. Bonsai grower.
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