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Heartbeat

the coal sky kept the woods still in a quiet hush

the cabin slept under the rain covered in a blanket of trees

thunder crept onto the roof and we shivered

drunk

dazzled

in love

afraid of the creatures in the night

your heartbeat was my pillow

and i tried to see through my shut eyes

but the heavy wind blurred the moonlight

and the shallow river couldn't keep its cries a secret

its pebble arms uncertain how to wipe the tears

i still feel that night in my legs

warm like blood

i long to hide behind your footsteps

to steal your bones and build my home

nestle all my fears inside the marrow

soft like oceans waves

my cheek will be your shore

i will waste these final poems for you

soak my words in your hands

i am blind in this darkness we yearn to wake from

your heartbeat will be my grave

the stars will cut through our shadows

your breath will rush through me like the arctic wind

oh, soothe me once again

my muscles like limp rags

surrendering to your touch

my quaking lashes adjusting to the light

at last the sun shall rise

 

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  • Daniela Violin silver member
    May 17

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    I agree with Rob.
    If you published a book I would buy it.

    This part is especially amazing:

    your heartbeat was my pillow
    and i tried to see through my shut eyes
    but the heavy wind blurred the moonlight
    and the shallow river couldn't keep its cries a secret
    its pebble arms uncertain how to wipe the tears

    i still feel that night in my legs
    warm like blood
    i long to hide behind your footsteps
    to steal your bones and build my home
    nestle all my fears inside the marrow
    soft like oceans waves
    my cheek will be your shore
    i will waste these final poems for you
    soak my words in your hands
    i am blind in this darkness we yearn to wake from


    SO REAL! I shall hope that this is nowhere near one of your "final poems", it is definitely not "wasted"


  • just rob gold member
    May 13
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    You need to publish a book...

  • Rowan gold member
    May 12
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    I'm with Gilly... simply wonderful writing. Made me ache. sigh.


  • NurseChilly gold member
    May 12

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    you are amazing
    and im so glad to see you posting
    the rush in this with the searing rising and muscle aches... it's all tangible and real

    you write reality with such candor and strength
    oh little angel with the young heart, i applaud you

    let me quake in your path
    when i grow up
    i might be able to write like you
    !!!
    yes
    wondrous


  • The-Choke
    May 12

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    Great write. I love the different images with the heartbeat: pillow/grave. It really makes the whole thing come together.

  • tara wilson gold member
    May 11

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    i agree, this is absolutely beautiful in its entirety.
    by the morning, this poem leaves me feeling spent... in a good way.

  • piggyback
    May 11
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    Wow, this is beautiful.

    One thing I noticed, when you talk about the wind you repeat the word - is that a typo?

    Other than that, I really wish I could point out my favorite parts but that's pretty much the whole poem. It really struck a chord with me, the images are simple and incredibly good. i love the style and how it's so... intense.

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