Heartbeat

Heartbeat

A Poem by Journey

 

My ear. Is on the carpet,
On my floor.
I am listening
For the heartbeat
Of my house.
It is dark
Outside my house.
But it feels. Darker.
Inside.
I do not hear the heartbeat
Of my house.
Has it died?
I wonder almost automatically.
Houses don’t have heart beats
I recall.
My hand is on my belly
Feeling for a heartbeat,
Or a kick.
Does it feel rounder today?
I really don’t want
To hear a heartbeat
From within.
 

© 2009 Journey


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I like this, the way I relate to it is in a perspective from which I see many things in life.

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Journey
Journey

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