I hold the ocean into my belly
with a heartbeat on shoulder,
high.
Rain trickles in
from across the room
and the singing,
Singing note fills the spaces
left all between.
Ting...
The trance it holds me.
Ting...
I am no more.
Come, a beaded note.
One silent rush
to gently hold me
as the wavering bird
flies through my skies.
Hrumm
Wing slice of sound.
Hrumm
Empty me out of sound.
Shush,
of fingers trembling.
Ting...
I am no more.
Wow. This is absolutely *beautiful*.
ReplyDeleteThanks! It was originally kind of a two-parter. It was written at the same time as "Drum", but they felt different enough to get their own titles. I guess it worked :)
ReplyDeleteOoh, I liked "Drum", too...but you're right. They do have a different feel.
ReplyDeleteBTW, I totally wanted to delete my one little pathetic poetic attempt after reading this. Damn, but you're good! :)
loved this. very pretty!!
ReplyDeleteAwesome! Wonderful imagery!
ReplyDeletemy monkey reads you well