Auscultation
like a drum her heart is
bom bomm, bom bomm,
and the murmurs and hums,
the inner sighs of her breathing,
an orchestrated cacaphony
of discrete bodily movements,
motions in rhythms of their own,
each moving as a part of the greater song.
but a sudden kick, a pulse,
for just a moment, pushing taut
the distended surface of her belly,
sounding its own treble bruit,
pressing out an extra curve,
a sudden random beat
out of sync with the chorus,
heralds the start of a new song.
Written for the word of the day, bruit, at Poem of the Day.
bom bomm, bom bomm,
and the murmurs and hums,
the inner sighs of her breathing,
an orchestrated cacaphony
of discrete bodily movements,
motions in rhythms of their own,
each moving as a part of the greater song.
but a sudden kick, a pulse,
for just a moment, pushing taut
the distended surface of her belly,
sounding its own treble bruit,
pressing out an extra curve,
a sudden random beat
out of sync with the chorus,
heralds the start of a new song.
Written for the word of the day, bruit, at Poem of the Day.
posted by MB at 7:29 PM
5 Comments:
sweet poem with a tense pause before the optimistic resolution. musical. i hope we hear more of the new song.
Ah, that song's been singing on its own for a good number of years now. Thanks, Garnet.
Very nice. I like how the new song is out of sync, pressing out another curve, sounding its own treble bruit - its own being already.
Oh, good. The happy ending continues! the coda grows.
Oh yes, that song is definitely singing its own verses, happy and strong and much beloved and admired.
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