Beating heart.
Pulsing,
echoing,
beating
heart.
Puthump
Pathumb.
Rhythmic.
Reverberating
deep into
forever.
Civilizations.
Pulsing,
convulsing.
Pushing
waves.
Beating
drum to
nowhere.
Ripples
slowly
wafting
away.
Laden
with meaning,
knowledge,
information.
History of
life.
People’s
stories.
Sliding
out
to the
void.
Wave
after
wave
departing
origin.
Diminishing
into aethers
oblivion.
Such
is the
destiny
of all
things.
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Author:
John Prophet (Pseudonym) (
Offline)
- Published: February 19th, 2025 21:21
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 25
Comments5
The pulse of life in all that surrounds us echoing what’s within us…
So true thank you for reading
You’re welcome 🙏🏻🕊
That oblivion is waiting for us John, but not yet.
Andy
😉yup, not yet. Thanks for reading Andy
A most interesting meaning to this poem. If one takes it to be the last phrase it means one thing but if one takes it to be the entirety of the poem it means another. Nicely done
Thank you for reading
The beat of life within us and around us, enjoyed the read
Than you for reading PL.
John
You are very welcome
First vertical poem read for me. Like it and like the theme.
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