There were other summers
When miles would roll by
Cliffs and undercuts
Screaming here I am
Here I am
Today
In those half forgotten days
I would trust in
The reality of whatever gods presented
Today
I listen to
Murmurs
Of your heartbeat
I listen to you
Under the naked sky
Even if you are cloaked
With the fetters of your generation
I listen
To the beats
You don’t hear
To the messages that are always
Intercepted
By your sense of propriety
Or mild revulsion
Under this sky
That holds its own revelation
Waiting
For
A rhythm to follow
All I can offer
Now
Is the mechanical whir
Of a machine
Saying thump
Thump
And thump
With the insistence of a chapel house
In the night
David Trudel © 2013
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Naked Sky
There were other summers
When miles would roll by
Cliffs and undercuts
Screaming here I am
Here I am
Today
In those half forgotten days
I would trust in
The reality of whatever gods presented
Today
I listen to
Murmurs
Of your heartbeat
I listen to you
Under the naked sky
Even if you are cloaked
With the fetters of your generation
I listen
To the beats
You don’t hear
To the messages that are always
Intercepted
By your sense of propriety
Or mild revulsion
Under this sky
That holds its own revelation
Waiting
For
A rhythm to follow
All I can offer
Now
Is the mechanical whir
Of a machine
Saying thump
Thump
And thump
With the insistence of a chapel house
In the night
David Trudel © 2013
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Filed under Poetry
Tagged as beauty, blank verse, cardiac surgery, cardiology, creativity, free verse, inspiration, metaphor, metaphysics, natural history, poetry, social commentary, tranquility, universal peace