Monday, November 7, 2011

RHYTHM OF LIFE





RHYTHM OF LIFE

Cells.... 
Moving.... standing still,
Multiplying and dividing.
Worms, buried, making love...
To themselves, in the dead.

Leaves....
Paint.... pap'ring pavements,
And the cracks between toes
And those cells, making love....
To the others, in a bed.


Litter ....
Curling....fighting death,
To be seen, to be read.
And its words, making love....
To the thoughts, in your head.

Railings....
Rusting....keeping out,
The dangers of the darkness.
And his fears, making love....
To the rhythm, that we thread.





Maureen Walsh - November 2011


Ciao for now!                

2 comments:

Morning said...

way too cool.

Happy Poetry Picnic.

Promising Poets Parking Lot said...

your pieces are very artistic and elegant.

keep it up.


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