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Tick Tock - rhythms of heartbeat

©Shers Gallagher 2012
Rhythms of heartbeat --
living, breathing metronome.
I hear the music.
Hear it in the throbbing of things:
in the hum of the drone,
the whir of hummingbird wings
and sensuous sound of bees.
Feel the quixotic orb.
It’s danger, danger everywhere,
of which I am a part of,
and you are a part of.
Touch me without seeing
And let us dance. 

Comments

  1. I like the reference to hummingbirds and bees. I usually think of a slower beat.

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  2. there is music everywhere to dance to- we just need to listen

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  3. quixotic orb... I find that intriguing...

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  4. Feel the quixotic orb.--such a great line, among many in this piece!

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  5. lovely....this swept over me like a sweet cool breeze....really nice.

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  6. this is quite ooh la la ;)
    and I love the word quixotic

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  7. Unusual, refreshing take on the prompt...

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  8. Yes, let's ... well captured.

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  9. I lve this, Shers:

    When all else fails...DANCE!

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  10. I also find the buzz of bees sensuous... pretty write...

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  11. There are so many natural metronome, thanks for the reminder

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  12. I love that you went with the rhythm and wrote about music and dance. So harmoniously uplifting in the face of danger. Thank you for sharing, Ms. Gallagher.

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  13. Keep dancing to the beat! Nice.

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