My Heart is Like a China Trinket
My heart is like a china trinket
that’s probably seen better days.
Covered by a brave patina
where hairline cracks cross and craze.
Where hairline cracks cross and craze
like a roadmap to despair
like a web without a spider
that time does little to repair.
That time does little to repair
for time is blithely unconcerned
that my china heart grows fragile
with every lesson it must learn
With every lesson it must learn
to weave more silk across the chinks
that living has incurred because.
my heart is like a china trinket
#328
Linda Studley 
Doh! Just seen that I’ve said ‘disciple’ instead of ‘discipline’. I knew I should have proof-read this for a 45th time before I sent it! Right, now let me just read this again…
and again…
and again…
Yes, it seems KO 😉
Lol! it’s KO Tony. I didn’t catch the spelling mistake anyway!
Another good one with, as usual, some lovely original phrases in there. I like the way the last line of one verse is repeated in the first line of the following verse. Must admit, I’d never seen this structure before (probably because I’m dumb) 😦 Had to google it to find out that it’s called ‘chain verse’. But of course you already knew that.
By creating this discipline of a-poem-a-day you’ve certainly hit a rich vein of creativity. But maybe that’s because it’s no longer a ‘disciple’ but the fact that, conversely, you’ve just let your imagination off the leash to run free wherever it wants to go.
Only another 39 of the 365 days to go!
Actually I didn’t know it was called chain verse! I just liked the sound of it. I like your image of the imagination off the leash – that may one day show up in a poem! lol. Thanks for the kind words and encouragement. It’s very much appreciated!