An ache inside the caged loud heart
an itch within each vein of hands
to ink the thumps, restless, so loud
da dum, da dum, da dum, breath found.
Perhaps, like leaves of red autumn
under the full October moon
the muse woke up, and then, looked up,
opened its mouth, and then, fade out,
to kiss the earth, its deepest core,
to die with words, is not dying
at all.
—
A Reading Writer 
Da Dum Da Dum. That’s exactly how it felt. How did you pull it off is a mystery to me. Shows your level as a poetess. And that last line almost made you hug so tight. Indeed, when it is with your words, your music, or anything that is a part of your soul, is not dying. We artists survive in our art. Please keep writing my beloved. Your words keep me alive too
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Awwww. I cannot thank you enough for the support and the love. I write for you.
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a grand re-entry my dear – love the red autumn and full October, they did not rhyme but were so perfect together
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Awwww. So true. I love Autumn. It is a dream. Thank you, Gina!
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I especially liked these two lines: “to ink the thumps, restless, so loud
da dum, da dum, da dum, breath found.” It is good to find the breath.
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Ah yes, indeed. Thank you, Frank!
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There is something like insomnia in this… the drums in veins is something like that.
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Aha. You got it, Bjorn. Thank you!
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Love that da dum, da dum, da dum, breath found. Autumn is a beautiful season to kiss the earth!
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Ah yes. I hope to feel and see and smell Autumn someday!
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Oh, lovely…your poem on dying breaths, a red autumn, and words living on is hopeful and reassuring.
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Oh thank you so much, Kathy!
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I like the rhythm of heartbeat and breath in this…excellent!
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Oh thank you, Lynn!
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