Cluck-cluck goes the bullock cart
Lub-dub goes the beating heart
I try to keep pace with the rhythm
Like footsteps towing a beating drum-
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the golden furbish of muse.....(the pen of great talent made it real) Walk with me, or choose otherwise Be rude to me, or overtly nice; You may join, or just let me be Barely a difference I'm able to see
hi! nice one to start with :) I could imagine the scenes what you wanted to show.. nice one realy
Cautiously created images of sound, sight and movement create an impression of the world of flux; and amidst all the I, sensitive and caring. Craft matches art - it is a lovely poem. I expect more. Regards.
I love this poem. To me it's about acceptance of what life has to offer. And you are doing just that and Loving it! Great poem! Marilyn
lWalk with me, or choose otherwise Be rude to me, or overtly nice; You may join, or just let me be Barely a difference I'm able to see Long roads and deceptive turns- The painful way is how one learns Lub-dub goes my beating heart With the rhythm of the bullock-cart And I am loving it! ......and I am loving it too!