My Heart Beats in Three Four
2006 5 October 5, 2006 (520065)
Deep droning voice. Constant rhythm. Constant Beat. The voice does not waver. The voice embraces the beat. Wrapping poetry around each measure, the voice is confident.
Take flight. Take liberties. Take time. Take place.
The voice beckons. It pulls you in. Entire busloads flock to the station.
The voice shifts and changes. Entire passenger jets, from every imaginable nation.
Crying and writhing. It is waiting and elating.
The bell cries out. The bell cries out. The bell cries out one last time.
I don’t know what I was thinking when I wrote this. I think I need more sleep. That is hardly poetry.
Who says? That it isn’t poetry that is. What is poetry. If you mean meter and measure maybe it is and maybe it’s not?
Prose.. poetry.. structure… free-form…
Just keep writing and I and others that like what you say will keep reading.
Why, thank you very much. I think what I was getting at was that I don’t really like this as much as some of the other poems I’ve written. I decided a while ago not to censor my poetry, and to include everything I write, whether I like it or not.
That it! Write! Let the reader censor if they choose.
The bottom line is… keep writing! I can’t speak for others but I’m lovin’ it.
I’m flattered. I will keep writing. I’d probably go insane if I did not.
Thank you.
You have a way with words, too. I look forward to your further posts and replies.