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My ramblings...

     I felt the lapse. The pause. The abrupt halt of my heart. I laughed to try and feel it again. Nothing. I laughed at the silence of my heart. Giddy, nervous sounds to replace the pulse of chuckling, laughter song gone from my head. Gone from someplace even deeper... 

     A chill, like autumn clouds passing in front of the sun, settled. Fear. What now? My arms and hands loose... I am dumb. Anger... wavering sparks in dull eyes guarded by glittering tears. Lost in torrents of fear. Lips parted by dumb cries. I think I hear thunder. I know the rain on my skin.

     Disappointment and sadness. A flutter? Fervour in the pool? Nothing. Will my heart leap and plunge again? I weep to feel it... the rhythmic pound... the music of all my days. I hear thunder and feel rain. Rushing tears from a wounded sky, running streams on stained panes. Brackish will they taste as I drown the world a shaded grey.

     Nothing still. Silence. Is there to be nothing more? What lies behind the clouds? A wicked sun and an autumn to tell my withered tale. It's not to be long here though. I hear thunder and feel rain.

     Mists sweet with the laughter that shakes souls. I strain for it... for an echo of the song. I strain for the pulse and pound again... For a break in the silence and cold, when sunlight and song can soak stone and warm my frozen limbs. When I can glimpse a fair brow with fine whisps of blonde. Lips that empart dreams, joys, laughter and light breaths.

     But I hear thunder and feel rain.I am weak and I am broken... and only love can return me. One love, one life, shared blood. Might I hold him to my breast? Might I feel and hear the pulse of chuckling, laughter song from his forehead on mine? I laugh to stop the rain... I laugh to feel him... Through him I might feel the lurch and sway of my own song again.

Author's Note

I have no idea what to say about this... I write, it ends up on paper, I put it aside. If I have trouble figuring out what it is or what to do with it I seek input... Have at it.

Reviews

[Tennessee]

It is very poetic and I liked it, it flowed smoothly. I've never heard of someone laughing at their heart being silent but hey whatever makes you happy. The piece is like a maze with one exit, the end. It may seem like ramblings but each word has it's place and you found it. Good concept and good idea.