A Beating

August 11, 2011

Weary
the mind
that takes
care of
a child.

Howling,
naked,
cloaking
the god
within.

I hum
to her,
my breath
once sung
is gone.

Now she
crashes
into
thorny
sleep.

I seal
my eyes
as I
hold her
closely.

Comets,
star stuff,
endless
blackness
ignite.

Resting
my ear
against
her chest,
warm like
a bath
that wells,
flooding
joyful
weakness
with the
voice of
Divinity:
a child’s
heart beat.

{ 4 comments }

drcharles August 11, 2011 at 12:59 pm

PS – second annual poetry contest coming very soon, so gather your words!

Dr. Psychobabble August 12, 2011 at 7:39 am

awesome!

robin andrea August 12, 2011 at 11:01 am

I think I may have missed the birth announcement, but I get the distinct feeling that you have become a father, Dr. Charles! I love your poetics of fatherhood.

saying goodbye August 26, 2011 at 12:02 am

The extremes 0f life are poetic indeed. Hope you enjoy fatherhood as the years progress. Can’t wait to read poems about the first step, lost tooth, and drive with a learner’s permit.

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