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tremble
by Betania TeschIt starts in my fingertips
a gentle tremble
barely noticeable
not enough to shake
my cup of cold tea.
It grows through my arms
to my shoulders
to my entire body
a seismic interruption
of my life.
I tremble
like a guitar string
and my sustain is long
but not musical.
I am off-key in this trembling.
I am moving for movement's sake.
The trembling takes me over
and I cannot stop
the earthquake of my life
the earthshaking, earthshattering, earthdevouring heartlessness,
the vast destruction
of movement,
unless I choose
to steady my fingertips
at the first sign. 06/27/2002 Posted on 06/27/2002
Copyright © 2025 Betania Tesch
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Richard Paez on 12/09/02 at 08:00 PM *vibrating-in-tune* This moment, whose vibrations carry on and over unto every-future-moment, was perfectly recorded. I hear this in mind-wilting reverb, taking everything-and-all with it, shaking the walls till we're all made-up in plaster and fallen paint-chips. Something about this, the diction i think, is coffee-shop-perfect- some strange-sound to wrap the insufficient-mind around and become jelly over. Cheers! Next round of espresso on me! |
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