HeartBeat . . . Three Poems . . .

Three poems, unrefined . . . yet here they are in their boney state . .  stark and shadowy without the flesh to clothe their skeletons in bright colors . ..  I am uninspired and worn from life . . . but words lie deep in my breast, waiting to explode into flame . . . soon, very soon . . .
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a murmuration of birds
a bonding of the seen;
whereas the unseen
lost in oblivion
dance on the mighty tides . . .
the book of Earth
written so long ago . . .where
time is lost behind the veil;
and the echoes of a song
distant in the wild
once heard . . . familiar,
the melody of life
a mark, a score across the vivid nothing . . . yet
a scarlet leaf tumbles to the ground,
an impression of disaster,
the sound of sighing
and regrowth . . .

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I would have loved you
if I ever knew you . . .
but you were the petal
in the wind . .
a moment's brush
against my cheek
a pink aroma drifting
into the sunset. . .
like a forlorn ash;
If I had but known
I
would have reached out my hand
to catch your bitter sting
of foam . . . trembling at the edge
of the tide . . .
the last wave receding
and leaving you behind . . .
to melt away
a mere shadow in the sand . .
I may
have cooled your fevered brow . .
or set a broken bone . ..
or knit together shredded flesh . . .
If only I had known
I would have gathered up your tears . . .
and planted them;
seeds of the tomorrows grown
and grow again . ..
all errors forgiven
all dreams evaporate. . .
midnight terrors . . .
wild horses cannot stand . .
the spot you see against that shapeless cloud
is but a bird
of mystery . . . I will forever ponder
why she could fly so free . . .
when I never knew her . . .
or ever heard her song . ..

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My life is like the song of the drum
my heart is a pulse
from the time I swam in those salty seas
and where I became
and I still become
I walk through life
to the beat of that drum
My march is matched
by the thrum of my dreams
the color red
and the shush of the seas
water rushes
and leaves rustle
the wind sighs
and the moon lights
and bodies unite
to an inner cadence . . .
I am not alone in that solid beat . .
as I grow older
and that tempo slows down
I see an end
coming ever so near
and I know that my life
extended somewhere
with the beat of that drum
my spirit I hear
in my heart

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