My heart started beating when I was born,
my heart grew along with me
my heart sang with joy in my mother’s arms
my heart has never missed a beat.
My heart has been broken but never stopped
my heart has been bruised and torn
my heart has never let me down
since the day that I was born.
My heart is the colour of autumn leaves
my heart is the colour of wine
my heart is the colour of the blood it pumps
my heart is red like carmine.
My heart never cries and never shouts
my heart keeps time with ease
my heart can pound in my head so loud
but it’s the colour of autumn leaves.
My heart carries scars from many wars
my heart has been in battles too
My heart sometimes fights with logic
my heart thinks it knows what to do.
My heart has been given and been received
my heart has been thrown on the floor
my heart has been trampled underfoot,
but it’s never yet lost a war.
Today’s challenge at Day 25 of NaPoWriMo 2014 was to use the anaphoric technique in a poem. Basically this means to repeat a word or an expression throughout. This is my attempt, paired with a beautiful painting by talented artist Tom Mosser. I’ve also entered this into d’Verse Poet’s Pub’s Open Link Night.