Tick tock click. Time beats by.
tiny increments, followed by a sigh.
Silence in the house, until another tick
another second gone, an absent-minded click.
The pattering of keys in a random rhythm flows
the music of a silent house that no one ever knows.
Earlier this week we read a poem by that matched some simple words with the fading of a heartbeat. A poem has more than words. It has rhythm and meter. I was trying to think of some way to re-create that kind of meter, while staring at the screen and begging the words to come. I kept getting distracted by the quiet of the house... and the loud the sound of our various clocks ticking away the seconds. So there it is. The rhythm seemed pretty natural when I wrote it (it helps to say the poem out loud), but I want to see if it carries over when someone else reads it. Anyway, just a fun little experiment.
I like it a lot. We need to work on the DUP song, too. I got the one line. You can come up with the rest (pleading smile . . . ) and then I'll do the music for it. Then we'll win and have the song in the new DUP "old lady" songbook and be recognized at the international meetings that are in northern Utah sometime this fall--and YOU'll already be in the general vicinity anyway. It's a rather perfect plan.
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