(after Alfred Hitchcock’s film)
Lost at sea
The Wars of the Narratives
bidding for control
with disinformation of the heart
Reality subtracted from reality
An empty tennis court?
And perhaps we tell our tales with bias
the good, the bad, the melodramatic
But how the heart has found its task
when truly made to work —
to love, to act in love
at the rock face, information’s motherlode,
free to be
constructive not constructed
A. H / K. H-H (30th October 2018)
my goodness, 200 poems and i manage to spotlight the same one i started with last november again (broken). I am not obsessed with it. Really. I think.
So, another. This one inspired by seeing Hitchcock’s film, chosen now as it’s about people living with the broken.