A Song Remembered
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Emmanuel A. Gonzalez
Once he held thumb on my pulse
to hear the blood inside sing.
It sang
without the wind's notice.
It sang
without touching the ground even once.
It sang
in patterns imprinted
upon the quantum of me.
He held my pulse against
a storm of showered tumbleweeds,
their friction,
my fondest friend,
a relationship impermanent,
like sand
strewn against the sun's eyes.
copyright/all rights reserved Audrey Howitt 2014
posted for dVerse
I love the imagery in your poem, Audrey! And the repetition at the beginning of your piece is most effective.
ReplyDeleteThank you Gabriella!
DeleteFantastic! I love the image of holding the pulse to hear the blood sing...and without the wind's notice and without touching the ground once ...what can I say? It knocked me out little.
ReplyDeleteLove does that I think--both sing and knock you out--Thank you Colleen!
DeleteI really liked this the way you cut sharp into a new image as you went. Good write. >KB
ReplyDeleteThank you!
Deletelike sand strewn in the suns eyes...ha...there is def a song we only hear when we touch...and feel the life move through the veins....the quantum of me...there are def some cool lines in this audrey
ReplyDeletesensual, Audrey ~
ReplyDeleteSpecially like refrain of - It sand, and a relationship impermanent ~ Lovely words Audrey ~
ReplyDeleteI especially like how the abstract expressionism of the painting seems to sing with that pulse and elicit such a strong emotional response. Bravo!
ReplyDeleteyou had me at . . . thumb on my pulse. great write.
ReplyDeleteWhat wonderful imagery here, Audrey.
ReplyDeleteA pulse like no other, lots of great imagery indeed
ReplyDeleteI like how you build the images around 'thumb on my pulse' ...also love 'quantum of me' ~ very original poem
ReplyDeleteExceptional imagery Audrey...beautiful work.
ReplyDeleteI love the image you built around the pulse being held, your pulse, through everything to hear it sing
ReplyDeleteI think it's good that the relationship was impermanent...strong feelings in this...somewhat tormented.
ReplyDeleteoh i love the idea of the blood singing... being close enough to hear..the quantum of me...very cool audrey...
ReplyDeletelove the imagery here, so tender and lovely, the idea of listening to someones blood, I always liked listening to heartbeats..
ReplyDeleteThat repetition of sing/sang makes this memory joyous, yet with a hint of sadness, the impermanence of it all...
ReplyDeleteThis spoke true to me of somehow an impossible love that was not sad or bitter. Love the image of the singing of the blood!
ReplyDeleteThe intimacy and sense of infinity are so vivid.
ReplyDeleteVery original, delicate, and sensitive.
ReplyDeleteThe start of the poem is unsettling in a way.. a relationship like sand in the sun's eyes sounds like it's going the wring way.. very well written.
ReplyDeleteAbsolutely gorgeous, so tender.
ReplyDeleteI, too, am a fan. Gosh. First to feel through the pulse who the narrator is, but then to hold it in the context of all--and showing him--brilliant!
ReplyDeleteWow. You had me spell-bound. Reminded me of forbidden love, snuck in when you can, and you really shouldn't...and then the sand runs out of the hour glass and all you have is the memory of a pulse you once shared. Yet the echoes of that linger...just loved this piece.
ReplyDeleteTina @ Life is Good
A very vivid and colorful poem with visions of showered tumbleweeds. I love that friction is the fondest, because the heart is not meant to be without touch....... thoughtful poem...
ReplyDelete"a relationship impermanent,
ReplyDeletelike sand
strewn against the sun's eyes." powerful imagery Audrey.