Friday, 7 January 2011

Allow Me To Be Franco

Friday 7th January 2011, A. Palmer

The mind may be trained to
think certain thoughts,
to exaggerate some in an effort to convince
or bend truths into more attractive,
easier truths.

Begged, it can be, to suppress others,
ignore the scratching at the door,
change the subject
when a nerve is trespassed upon.

What happens in the heart
cannot be fiddled with.
If it aches, you’ve lost;
if it soars, you’re about to lose.

What is simply felt feels far from simple,
but it is what it is-
a chamber of starkness.


  1. I like the contrast between mind and heart expressed here. So true that our minds are so much more pliable than our hearts. Even when our mind is clouded with lies, our hearts know the truth. Thank you for sharing!

  2. Last lines all too true. Well constructed poem with not an unnecessary word. I would say the mind has to fight not to behave as you describe in the first segment, and that it's the job of the heart to keep it honest. Enjoy your work, Arron. Keep it up.

  3. I especially like the third stanza.

  4. "What is simply felt feels far from simple" expressed succinctly; also like how you separate mind and heart 1/2s of the poem as far away as possible.

  5. Simple stanzas almost exagerate the message, the contrast between heart and mind.

  6. oh i like this arron!
    reminds me of a bible verse: the heart is a defiant and weak-spirited something - who can fathom..?
    great poem and i also like that you separated the mind from the heart stanza - makes it even more expressive

  7. Thanks guys, I wasn't sure whether to enter this poem but the reception has been surprisingly warm, which is pleasing!

    And Claudia, I must say, I have to disagree with the bible (that's opening up a can of worms isn't it?!) there, as, because the heart is so "defiant", I find it to be STRONG-spirited. So much more so than the mind, which is easily corrupted by our weak selves not wanting to face the truth in our feelings. I always go with my heart over my head, as it never lies to me.

  8. This is a beautifully written piece Arron, which flows effortlessly.

    'ignore the scratching at the door' - great line.