My response to Imaginary Garden with Real Toads’ Because It Is My Heart ~ Micro Poetry
Because it is my heart
It does not drip blood;
Instead, a muddle of words
Drops into a puddle of mud
And, because it is my heart,
Not listening to my head,
My hands create a homunculus
To prove my heart is not dead:
A muddy muddle of a poem
In no more than ten lines.
© Kim M. Russell, 2016
Alchemical illustration of a Homunculus in a vial found on www.ancient-origins.net
The object of this challenge is to write a poem in no more than 10 lines (but we may write in fewer than 10 lines all the way down to a single American sentence), in our own form or free verse, using as a frame of reference the phrase ‘because it is my heart’ taken Crane’s poetic work entitled, The Black Riders and Other Lines
writing in north norfolk 
Love the idea of creativity as proof of life.
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Thanks for reading, Magaly 🙂
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Your mastery of words and sounds comes into its own in this short piece. I find the imagery quite easy to relate to.. that muddy puddle…
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Thanks for reading and commenting Kerry – much appreciated 🙂
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what a great muddle of muddy words! 🙂
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😊
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Boy, can I feel this one.
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Thank you for reading!
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I like how you used the entire reference phrase within the poem, and the images of dripping & puddles coming from the heart itself. Also, anything with alchemy in it is s bit of fun (though this has a sad tone too). 😉 Thanks for sharing!
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Thank you for reading and for taking time to make such encouraging comments!
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It makes me smile to think of a poet’s heart dripping words rather than blood!
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So happy to have made you smile, Rosemary!
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nothing muddy or muddled in this – brilliant polish to your words
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Thank you, Laura!
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I love a “muddy muddle of a poem”.
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