The. Poet’s Corner

The Universe

© January 23, 2014

Lydia Nolan

The storm first, then the calm—

Serene : mark of acceptance—

Catching one’s breath,

Resting in the pauses,

Spaces between the beats:

            Surreal, 

Rhythmic

Good, bad, indifferent…

No—and why not!

Calm before 

            another lava flow—

Beneath the steps, the spaces

Sea of syncopation,

            Black holes in the staff, 

Provisions—break into blood flow

And more heart rhythms, 

Then more intermissions—

Another tide 

Or not…

Heart rhythms are essential 

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