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Lub-Dub
by J. P. DaviesAnd it starts...
A rhythmic pulsating pattern
of utterly useless arguments.
Boiling in sequence to fit,
the lub-dub-lub-dub of me.
Sitting, all-the-while,
serenely strutting only half
shows while the other shys
and slithers through shadows
that only serve to magnify
a soothing orchestration
of unyielding muscle.
It races ahead of her,
and leaves me breathless.
Trying desperately to find,
a way to soothe pain internal.
"If you should sleep,
could you find silence?" 11/23/2004 Author's Note: The last quote is from a new song I wrote called "If I Should Sleep"
Posted on 11/23/2004
Copyright © 2024 J. P. Davies
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 11/23/04 at 07:36 PM Sleep is no guarantee of silence or rest as I learned last night, my insomnia giving way to a very strange dream. Thought provoking read Jordan. I especially like the aliteration in the second stanza; perhaps worth expanding to the other two? |
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