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For the living.
The average adult heart beats approximately four thousand times an hour.
Four thousand times to remind you
you’re still alive.
And you’ll never hear a thud so kind or so delicate
until it echoes through a machine.
One hundred thousand times a day you will remember you are mortal,
but you will not remember that you are blessed.
And if I stood with you every minute
I would count all seventy two thuds
and keep them as trophies
because you are still alive.
And goddamn I wish you would act like it.
Four thousand times to remind you
you’re still alive.
And you’ll never hear a thud so kind or so delicate
until it echoes through a machine.
One hundred thousand times a day you will remember you are mortal,
but you will not remember that you are blessed.
And if I stood with you every minute
I would count all seventy two thuds
and keep them as trophies
because you are still alive.
And goddamn I wish you would act like it.
Published 11th Oct 2013
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- Edited 14th May 2018 10:03pm
11th Oct 2013 5:18pm
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11th Oct 2013 8:00pm
I agree with Scat!
This poem has a gentle sort of ruthfulness and rage to it. It makes it impactful, yet unobtrusive.
This poem has a gentle sort of ruthfulness and rage to it. It makes it impactful, yet unobtrusive.
12th Oct 2013 9:33pm
Thank you both!
I wrote it intending it as a spoken word piece, so I wasn't sure about publishing it here because I didn't know how much of its effect lay in its delivery.
It's good to know it can stand on its own, thank you!
I wrote it intending it as a spoken word piece, so I wasn't sure about publishing it here because I didn't know how much of its effect lay in its delivery.
It's good to know it can stand on its own, thank you!
