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    dots Submission Name: How to Grow a Human Heartdots
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    Author: annie0888
    ASL Info:    49/f/LA
    Elite Ratio:    4.76 - 327/382/122
    Words: 194
    Class/Type: Misc/Misc
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    dotsHow to Grow a Human Heartdots
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    Small, hard, unused...
    it starts out tiny.

    A seed opens and grows only when
    drowned and dirty.

    Unprovoked
    it sits,
    Ball of dry potential,
    Doing nothing,
    Feeling nothing,
    Knowing nothing,
    Needing nothing.

    When it's scraped, bruised, crushed, broken,

    When it's buried alive,

    Forgotten, and remembered,
    and forgotten again -

    Then it begins






    Submitted on 2006-06-14 21:44:42     Terms of Service / Copyright Rules
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      I'm glad I came across this.

    "A seed opens and grows only when
    drowned and dirty."

    Fantastic metaphor. It's original, and I like the use of the word 'drowned' to alliterate with dirty.

    Perhaps I should venture out of my safe little independence every so often, allow my heart to get a little dirty. And not regret it.

    The only line that goes against that idea is

    "Needing nothing"

    Surely it's tempting to stay in a state where your heart's not dependent on anything(one) for survival?

    This is food for thought. Thanks.

    T x
    | Posted on 2007-06-09 00:00:00 | by tulip | [ Reply to This ]
      I'm attracted to the overall effect.

    At first it seemed winding towards what could've been a very unpleasant fall... but then you took hold of it... stripped it to all its simplicity and allowed it to breath.

    And, really, the ending was a solid hitter. But it could've been so without the recipe you chose to cook it with.

    It can be a heart all it wants... but as long as it has not learned how to beat against life... and get exposed with all its beauty and imperfections, it cannot be considered as a completely human aspect.

    Well said.
    | Posted on 2006-06-15 00:00:00 | by ANGELO | [ Reply to This ]
      Hi Annie,

    I really like this write. I believe the meaning in the poem is very interesting. I liked how you did not go into great detail. Short and sweet. You didn't add anything more because, well it is just not needed. This poem can stand on it's own.

    In my opinion this poem means that, your heart will only grow after it feels new things, and it's broken. It's like when you learn how to ride a bike. You crash under the wheel, but only after crashing a few times do you really get the hang of it. I think it's a metaphor, when you forget something and you remember it.

    This poem to me reminds me of love and how you can never learn anything from it when it's always one colour. For instance, when you are in love and you never get mad at the person, you never fight, and so on. When that happens, your feelings for this person become so dry, and your heart cannot grow from that. Your heart can't grow when it's dry.

    Now I am rambling on. I really liked the piece. I hope to hear more from you. Also, thank you for the comment on my poem " The Children With Uniforms". I agree with your satement.

    Keep writting,
    keep thinking,
    keep living.

    - GOGO
    | Posted on 2006-06-26 00:00:00 | by GOGO1877 | [ Reply to This ]
      from birth to death and back again in circular motions... that's the overall feeling i get from this.

    the juxtaposition between your opening couplets was refreshingly original imagery i think.

    at first the lineation and repetition of certain words got to me, but then it grew to fit after successive readings... much like this poem itself. it's in the actual repetition of "nothing" that i get a beating heart rhythm in my head. weird huh? but very cool.

    well-thought and nicely composed :)
    ~patch
    | Posted on 2006-06-28 00:00:00 | by jetstream_candy | [ Reply to This ]
      A seed is a perfect analagy of the human heart..

    "A seed only opens and grows when
    drowned and dirty."

    This is a great line.. So true..
    I dont want to say anything too stereotypical.. but.. perhaps theres a lesser chance of a heart/seed growing.. or growing properly when not exposed to a little 'dirt'..

    Im not exactly sure what point you are making at the end..
    It becomes what it becomes..

    I was told once.. that to truely find yourself.. you must first lose yourself..
    Perhaps thats what your trying to say at the end..

    just my thoughts..

    shaun
    | Posted on 2006-06-15 00:00:00 | by shanu | [ Reply to This ]


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