Sarah E. Alderman

This is where my heart will stop beating
Filled, fuller now
With distorted sounds, echoes, fragments of memory
And all this time I thought it was useless
Muscle pounding out drumlines and the uneven tempo
Of the broken, empty, hollow
Behind my ribs, but I could never tell
If when it quits, if I would stop
Forget everything for a single, simple, sacred moment
Gain perspective, clarity, humanity,
A will to stay alive
To erase, reboot, restart, begin again
But the only problem with new beginnings
Is I never know
When they will end
The erratic pulse
The jerking, unsteady, rapid rhythm
Of such an unfaithful organ
Unreliable melody, irresponsible lover
Serenading blood to collect
And pool
Deceive, drown, destroy
The god of all vessels
The mother of all skin, sinew, synapse
This is where my heart stops beating
The trick is knowing when it’s over

©2012 This work is the property of the author.


Posted on July 21, 2012, in POETRY, Sarah E. Alderman and tagged , , . Bookmark the permalink. 3 Comments.

  1. MM welcomes Sarah. This is a powerful, rhythmic piece of writing, the style of which reflects the substance.

  2. Recreation becomes Sarah’s recreation and preoccupation. Time for a poet is a sensibility
    of recurrent cycles and Sarah delves in and captures a time capsule buried in her
    imagination, hidden then exposed on the surface then flowers into speculation and speech.
    Along the way is a search for various veritable truths about her existence, angst, an existential
    thread of what makes us deflect on her time beating pulse of human essence and mortality.

  3. Really liking it, yes a powerful pulsing write

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