Sometimes, it is the flutter <br />of Southern Hornets who <br />recalcitrant and ill-tempered, <br />sneak into sacred territory <br />where they always find <br />enough to entertain their <br />absolutely lousy sense of humour. <br /> <br />They tug on fibres holding things, <br />shake up the velvet valves, <br />squat on the great 'His' Bundle', <br />but most importantly, creating <br />and enjoying the new turbulence <br />that gives you PVC's, and fear <br />as stumbles wake your sleep, <br />and skipped or missing beats <br />urge you to move your body <br />just to prove that things are fine <br />and as they say, the beat goes on. <br /> <br />God has, the Cantadora says, <br />allotted you a certain finite number <br />of beats, to be used wisely <br />but when they are, my dear, used up <br />there are no seconds, and no substitutes. <br />Then all the turbulence just stops, <br />the hornets leave as if to say how boring, <br />and you depart, not ever having known <br />that not one moth did ever grace <br />or even briefly visit, your corazon, <br />and, as you see, some hornets can behave <br />with skill and self-serving deception. <br /> <br />There is, however, as they used to say <br />that little fact that for each single ill <br />an herb is growing somewhere on this earth, <br />to set things ortho, that must be doctor talk, <br />and in the case of the old clock that ticks <br />inside your chest, just like an aging drum <br />it is a substance called ubiquinone, <br />as also known as Co -enzyme Q-Ten. <br /> <br />I would not kid you, nor do I have compadres <br />among the hornets, so I urge you, listen now, <br />take time between your wondrous poems <br />and study up for future days and nights <br />when tides are rolling in and out, in moonlight <br />and do not sit there, with the gel and electrodes <br />strapped to your melancholy breasts to gauge your mood, <br />no one will come and scoop you up, my friend, <br />for rescues to succeed do them yourself.<br /><br />Herbert Nehrlich<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/echos-of-the-heart/
