Review: Shape of My Heart
He deals the cards as a meditation.
And those he plays never suspect
He doesn’t play for the money he wins
He doesn’t play for respect
He deals the cards to find the answer
The sacred geometry of chance
The hidden law of a probable outcome
The numbers lead a dance
And if I told that I loved you
You’d maybe think there’s something wrong
I’m not a man of too many faces
The mask I wear is one
Those who speak know nothing
And find out to their cost
Like those who curse their luck in too many places
And those who fear are lost
But that’s not the shape of my heart. The End.
~~~ am seeing a card game used as a metaphor of life, fate and love. We are seduced with potential and have only to use our imagination to read between its lines. We are left with many plausible interpretations. I myself imagine few male artists can put their Queens or lovers ahead of their art.
Eventually, as time goes by time takes their talent away and they are left with only memories of what could have been had they chose love instead of art. It is too bad there is no guarantee on relationships either. I think we should all do what makes us happy when it comes to mixing art and love. What do you think?
This book has befriended me. I love it. I’ve followed both these artists for some time. I am a student of Ekphrasis Poetry myself having written many of my poems in response to Picasso’s work. You might even call this kind of poetry a peek into the conversation between the song and the painting. Smooth and easy read. Beautiful imagery.