…sounds of heartbeat… <br />Always wonder-each beat longs - each beat ask <br />…where are you… <br />Questions all frozen… <br /> <br />A hot cup of tea… <br />And the table by the window lying since unmoved- <br />Some dry flowers ready to be enliven though dust ridden… <br />By the touch of the creepers of blue bell flower that creeps through- <br /> <br />On the fractured wall-standstill laughing Buddha… <br />A secret, many a mysteries of a face-ready to smile… <br />-a face very known in the standstill painting hidden… <br />No no never… <br />Never you try to know it… <br />I may love you the most <br /> <br />Magazines old some new… <br />Many a pictures of human on the run…fun…gun <br />Culture war… <br />A sacred calling to their own celebrated survival… <br />Somewhere my own face glows unto the faded face of the magazine… <br />Someone a writer by life, living, passion, profession… <br />Knocks into the doors of silence <br /> <br />Wants me - <br />to express, address <br />And I then and there undress… <br />Do you want me to pretend… <br />Sounds of heart beat <br />Paused…<br /><br />lovita j r morang<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sounds-of-heartbeats/
