my heart beats
and i feel it in every inch
of my skin
i feel like
i’m inflating
one throbbing pulse
at a time
how will my
collection of hats
fit when i become
as large
as the room?
The stuff that comes out a bird's mouth.
my heart beats
and i feel it in every inch
of my skin
i feel like
i’m inflating
one throbbing pulse
at a time
how will my
collection of hats
fit when i become
as large
as the room?
the path, old unused
overrun with brush–still i
choose this unfulfilled promise
my steps a rhythm
a beat like the human heart
a new view of old vistas
—-
The Secret Keeper
Weekly Writing Prompt #24
(5) Words: | WALK | OLD | PROMISE | VIEW | BEAT |
the slow insistent beating of the heart
not unlike the old man’s
in that story by poe
so loud that it could be heard
through floorboards
and walls
never mind a ribcage
and half an inch of flesh
that slow insistent beating
in my own chest
reminds me that i am alive
and that i have to go for a hike
in the morning
and shopping the next day
and work the day after that
every day the beating of the heart
ba-dum
a calendar
ba-dum
a clock
ba-dum
an hourglass that never runs the sand up
ba-dum
a waterwheel that only turns in one direction
to turn the mill
to grind my bones
to make your bread