Rhythm of Life

Our house bled noise,

thrummed with sound

,

like a boom box at full volume.

The very foundations pulsing

with a reggae beat of life

so loud that even in remembrance

I am tempted to cover my ears.

Even at night

the house played

a whispered symphony of breathing

,

that rustled the curtains

and drifted softly out into

the street.

The wallpaper too was loud,

a deafening clash of green and purple,

turquoise and orange,

a visual cacophony of sound

compelling you to shou

t

just to be heard.

Yet I miss it still

And I wonder

if I were to sit on those stairs

and peel back the layers

of woodchip

pressing my ear flush to the plaster

would I hear it somehow?

That reggae song of life

thrumming gently across the years

muffled by time but just as vibrant

steady as a heart beat.

Reviews

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. beautiful poetry ... excellent title ... brilliantly justified ... that rhythm has been etched forever in your words ... and thank you for sharing it with your readers ... extremely memorable, melodious and mellifluous poetry ... very heartfelt ... and very soulful ... these words make a very moving song ...