The Careless Heart

The careless heart

loves with impunity,

influenced by wan desire.

It drives endlessly,

waxing full

in times that weary others.


Begging not,

nor betraying sacred trust,

it is the un-embraced,

seeking to enfold the sky.


It is wanderlust.

Railroad hobo marks

proclaiming by boxcars

where it has been

and who it has loved.


It is a name spat out

when spoken by derelict lovers,

as equal to abandon

and foolishness,

but care is a hard astringent.


A word crafted by jealous mouths

who have known it only in pieces;

theoretically, but not in practice,

the heart that yearns

without caution.


Its name is vacant,

abridged and circumscribed.

Beating in staccato rhythms

known only to the rudderless.


Nomadic, tribal tattoos

spell out its journey

across the topography

of loss and desire.


Baring itself freely,

it is a ripe target,

for the world is rife with hunters.

Seeking to bind,

to confine,

desperate to hold in perpetuity;

the careless heart.


HG – 2016

7 thoughts on “The Careless Heart

  1. These kind of poems always leave me quiet for a while! You really are a great writer, I can’t write these type of things to be honest 🙂 I’ll just stay with my normal blog posts! 😀

    1. Thank you so much for your kind words! I have been doing this for a long time and I just try to write everyday and read a lot and live a life that makes for things worth writing about. I’m glad you enjoy them! Thanks for reading and commenting!

    1. I am glad you liked it. Thank you for reading and commenting. This piece was penned late at night after probably one or two too many drinks at the hotel bar. It has a touch of the wanderlust to it.

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