Fumblings.

I watch
the little boy
fumble with multiple coloured buttons of his shirt..
He smiles at me
as his cheeks crease in furrows.
Jumbled x's and y's embrace his shoelaces.
He ties himself in a superknot
challenges me to come untie him
before he could leap forth..fall flat on his face.

His breathing
falls even and slow on his rosy cheeks.
His mane flying back
keeping up with his alacrity.

His breathing falls one after another
in quick symphonies
as a flute in hands of a musician
with years of learning on his shoulders.

My breathing stammers..stutters
plays peekaboo with me.
Falls in uneven paces
My nasal passage a hammock
weighed down by days collecting on me.
My breathing.. a hunch back stumbling his way out of nasal tunnel.

Oh! how i flounder with a trillion heartbeats of mine
they stop and stare
sometimes they flare
causing tender heart veins much despair.
Only if they would come out in wholes.
Why is everything disjointed synonymous with me..
hence they come out as broken syllables..members.

While for the boy of three
he laughs and breathes with all his heart
all the petty chores come later..


 He asks me to rest my palm on his heart
count his heartbeats..
While he mouths out lub dub dub lub
they fall in such perfect proportions.
            I speculate
 how many heartbeats did i miss last night
 as i tossed and turned
on my pillow..sodden with tears.

Reviews

[JC]

this is why i believe you are so much better than you give yourself credit, there is such an openess and clarity with your thoughts, your vision, your heart, you lay down completeness, one of the hardest things to do as a writer, to write it down with such fullness, ive said it before but must keep repeating myself with each and every poem you pen,.you are amazing...

[Jeff]

What a great piece!!

[J]

A child's innocence is both heartbreaking and uplifting, much like this poem of yours. How you see from both perspectives is very real, able to be seen via the mind's eye in a touching and freeing light.

Funny, I was on your page just as you left a review on my latest scribble-fumbling.
Thank you.

[cartera]

To keep the child's heart steady, parents, guardians, have to neglect their own. But oft in the stilly night . . . From the hearts of fools and children . . .
You create moods in your poetry that I connect with and I thank you for that.
ATB
Alex.

[Nimbus Thread]

This truly touches the soul. The title perfectly defines the writers moment, a longing for what was perceived as lost, the beat of a young heart, the days when innocence was a given, and the invisible weight of the world stayed behind the curtain of youth. A beautiful ode.

[Robin]

this is such a poignant poem , your poetic heart beats strong here ~

[paul]

fumblings: great title

[Alicante lullaby]

this is a lub dubbing write capable of matching the reader's heart beat...wow.
i see a more motherly side of yours.