I like how you rhymed soiled and parboiled and through this equivalence emphasized the ravages of time. The image of a heart parboiled- oh how sorrowful a vein it struck in my own mind and heart for heart is the most tragic of organs ever- when stroke and cancer or freak car disaster all evade you- the heart will whimper with last muscle constrictions and it will die, along with you, your brain, your existence. If we could but replace so easily that fragile organ- our lives would be ever longer and more fruitful.
doesn't get much simpler than this. mostly i just wanted to rhyme something with 'parboiled.' anyway aren't the old shoes, well broken-in, the most comfortable?
I like how you rhymed soiled and parboiled and through this equivalence emphasized the ravages of time.
ReplyDeleteThe image of a heart parboiled- oh how sorrowful a vein it struck in my own mind and heart for heart is the most tragic of organs ever- when stroke and cancer or freak car disaster all evade you- the heart will whimper with last muscle constrictions and it will die, along with you, your brain, your existence. If we could but replace so easily that fragile organ- our lives would be ever longer and more fruitful.
A parboiled heart? How sad. But, it's still tickin', so that's positive. I loved the first line the best--the novel is only slightly ruined; aha. :)
ReplyDeletedoesn't get much simpler than this. mostly i just wanted to rhyme something with 'parboiled.' anyway aren't the old shoes, well broken-in, the most comfortable?
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