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Lub-Dub

by J. P. Davies

And 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 © 2022 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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