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The Heart’s Cicatrix


Deep in the core of a thick-coated seed

Is a dormant, delicate budding tree.

Be gentle when you touch it, and take heed,

‘Tis frail to the rough hands and unwary.


Seeds like vernal hearts need a caring hand.

So be careful my friend, don’t break any.

The scar you would leave you should understand,

Would be engraved in the heart and would stay.


As I observe the trees’ cicatrices,

I, too, am reflecting upon my scars.

My chest from outside has no blemishes.

But inside I’m bruised, countless like the stars.


‘Tis when I look upon the trees closer,

And only when I peek deep inside me

That my heart’s cicatrix I discover,

Is the secret of my soul’s true beauty.


part of seed series poetry, 011006 ~ Jeques


3 responses

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  2. jeques, the sadness i felt when I had read this has left my heart aching. i can feel the pain you felt. and somehow the words you have written are quiet manifests of what you felt inside you. the scars I imagine, should be polished by our forgiveness and moving on. we must let ourselves free from the nagging pain of yesteryears.

    PM00000070000002130 10, 2007 at 12:00 pm09

  3. Hi Marvin!

    I’m glad to read your feedback at this time we usually do our collaborations which I missed a couple of days. You must be busy.

    This poem speak so much of me. I actually have a collection of poems inspired by the seed. Here are some links:



    I wish you well.

    ~ Jeques

    PM000000110000002430 10, 2007 at 12:00 pm09

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