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
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
Thank you Nia. Me too.
Somehow my Fitbit vibrating against my wrist isn’t nearly as poetic… Happy Monday, pal! Make it a good one. 😉
Not close Lori. 😀you too!
‘bang the drum slowly…’
That’s it. Build up the head of steam
‘…a drum with poor memory ‘ – that alone pries these eyes open.
Smiling. Mission impossible accomplished
Dang! WordPress needs a LOVE button! <3
Diana xo
Doesn’t it though!!! 😜👍👍👍👍
That would wake me up!