Sentient Woe in My Heart

“Life is a masquerade”, Sanaa said. “You never know who might be hiding behind a mask or façade.” I think she is quite correct. So, of course, I had to write a wee poem for her prompt… and in response to Kerry’s Micro Poetry at The Cross- Roads, over at the Imaginary Garden with Real Toads.

“Sentient Woe in My Heart”

Lying is death to the spirit,
and he is all lies.

He is sentient woe
in my heart,
and I want him gone.

Loved by many,
he is… sad, sad truth;
and I wonder, how long
until façades collapse
and kindness is betrayed?

The blacked-out Poem Bits that inspired this piece:

Irrepressible Wild Woman

We fight, Fate and I,
while she’s plucking words
out of my back, whisperings
that say she wants mad art
screaming at life:

“Be words of embryonic blood,
hurricanic laughter in tradition’s walls.
Be raw fearlessness.”

I stretch my spine, bare
my teeth, give what pleases her
and me—I am an irrepressible
Wild Woman.

the wee notes…
– I’m really enjoying this tweaking and combining of Poem Bits… I hope you don’t tire of the results too quickly, my Wicked Luvs, for I see a few of them in our future. They are just so much fun to play with. 🙂
– Linked to the Imaginary Garden with Real Toads (Flash 55) and Poets United (Poetry Pantry 318).
– Below, I’ve included the blackout poem bits that make up this piece. Find similar bits, on Instagram.

Mad Art


Wild Woman