Thoughts blister from
scalding through veins.
Heartbeat a thrum,
pumping the bellows
lest sensation wane.
My heartstrings strum
to rising passion –
pleasure or pain –
one they become,
searching for outlet and
not in chains remain.
i really like your rhyme scheme and word choices here. The from/thrum/strum/become rhymes carry a sense of vibration throughout the poem, an undercurrent of urgency to underscore the message. Beautiful.
Thank you! I’m glad you enjoyed, and that my intentions worked! Gratitude for the encouragement
Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:
You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out / Change )
You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out / Change )
You are commenting using your Facebook account. ( Log Out / Change )
You are commenting using your Google+ account. ( Log Out / Change )
Connecting to %s
Notify me of new comments via email.
Notify me of new posts via email.
Blog at WordPress.com.
Get every new post delivered to your Inbox.
Join 108 other followers