I hear a sound, reverberating, like a drum with poor memory.
A thing that the wind thumps again and again
against some other object the earth is holding tight…
The sound of a slow heart heard through a stethoscope.
— Tomas Tranströmer, from “Start of a Late Autumn Novel,” The Half-Finished Heaven
Notes: Poem Source – Hidden Sanctuary. Photo – Precious Things
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Morning… how beautiful to begin with this post dear David. Something catches me, hits me… Every Morning, is a miracle for our life… Thank you, have a great day, love, nia
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Thank you Nia. Me too.
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Somehow my Fitbit vibrating against my wrist isn’t nearly as poetic… Happy Monday, pal! Make it a good one. 😉
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Not close Lori. 😀you too!
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‘bang the drum slowly…’
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That’s it. Build up the head of steam
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‘…a drum with poor memory ‘ – that alone pries these eyes open.
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Smiling. Mission impossible accomplished
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Dang! WordPress needs a LOVE button! ❤
Diana xo
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Doesn’t it though!!! 😜👍👍👍👍
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That would wake me up!
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