The Heart is a Muscle

The following poem is unfinished. I tend to take a long time to write any given poem, but this one has been an ongoing project for about 8 months, which is about half the lifetime of this blog. At this point, continuing to make tiny changes without the satisfaction of feeling like it is fully finished is getting ridiculous. I need to get it out there, either to get some feedback on it or to have it stop rattling around in my brain. One day, I will return to the piece and finish it, but now is simply not the time. Nevertheless, I hope that you enjoy reading a draft of “The Heart is a Muscle.”


The heart is a muscle,
and the nerves are electric.
Through this ongoing bustle,
the world skews geometric,

painting lovers as circles
and their worries as squares,
giving curves to their pulses
and angles to their cares.



They will start just as always
with both passion and thrill
with vibrant hues that amaze
as the moments hold still.

With a touch of their fingers
or the brush of their hands,
the sensation will linger
like a divine command,

but cloud nine’s not forever.
No, all love must evolve,
for life is too clever
with its problems to solve.

Their lives will become busy,
but still they will try
to ride out that tizzy,
let their love edify,

and hope to get through this–
as we’ll cheer for them, too–
all wishing for pure bliss
when they’re circles anew.



Now, this lovers’ tribute
must come to an end,
though their story continues
past the upcoming fin.

We sadly cannot wait here;
our own lives need attending.
We must address our own fears;
we have souls that need mending.

But we’ll all repeat this puzzle
and its painting in metric
’cause the heart is a muscle,
and the nerves are electric.

Photo by Oleg Magni from Pexels


As I said at the top of this post, this poem is still a draft. There are parts of the middle that I don’t think flow very well. It also needs to be much longer for the ending to make sense. Despite all of my work on it, I have not been able to get it to a point where it felt like I was done with it.

This brings me to a question: How do you feel about me posting drafts on here? In fact, how do you feel about me posting content that is not poetry at all?

I would like to be able to post content more consistently, but lately I’ve been feeling held back by the niche that I have created for myself. Poetry is a slow process for me. I can’t put one up every day (not even a short one) and be happy with its quality. If I were to also post ideas, discoveries, and stories from my life, would you want to read them? Or are you okay with my current slow and inconsistent schedule because it means that I can devote the blog solely to poetry?

I have written and rewritten a blog post all about my experience with posting a poem to the internet every day during NaPoWriMo, but I have been unsure whether people would actually want to read that, or would rather I just get right back into posting more poems.

Regardless of your answer, I very much appreciate the time you have taken to read this blog. I hope you’re having a wonderful day!

Peace out!


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16 thoughts on “The Heart is a Muscle

  1. It’s been a minute, Joy – I’m glad you’re back πŸ™‚

    1) I like this poem a lot and I can definitely see why it’s taking you a long time!
    2) I would be glad to read other writing of yours that isn’t necessarily poetry
    3) I’ve sort of given up on having a niche, even though that may not be a good thing

    ❀
    David

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    1. Thank you, David! I also like reading your posts whether they contain poetry or not. I think have a primary focus for a blog is helpful, but it is also nice to branch out.

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  2. Well, I think it’s a beautiful piece of concentrated writing, Joy. Long may it continue to be pondered, crossed-out, added to and enjoyed!

    I’m forever tweaking – particularly after I’ve posted them! Nothing is definitive. If I held on to things I’d never post anything!

    You should publish more of whatever you want.
    Never complain, never explain.
    x

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  3. I think this is a beautiful piece of poetry. All good things come to those who wait. But there are times when we are our worst critics. It might be hard to shut down that voice in our head but we have to do it. If I listened to the little voice in my head, I would rarely post anything.

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    1. Thanks, Shweta! Usually, I either feel like a piece is finished after a while and put it out, or I trash it after I spend too long on it without being able to make it work. This poem was different because I think it has incredible potential, but I’m not ready to help it reach that potential. I still wanted to get it out, though, so that I had the possibility of getting some feedback that could help me look at it with fresh eyes.

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    1. Thank you! I always think that my drafts are for me, but my blog is for my audience. This was a weird instance where I felt like this piece shouldn’t just belong to me anymore, even if I wasn’t sure if it was ready for an audience. I imagine that might happen again in the future, and I am glad to have gotten positive feedback to encourage me to post the draft again if so.

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      1. One of the unique things about blogging is that blogs offer a two-directional discussion. Putting out something that’s unfinished, and then iterating it really captures the medium.

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