by Lyn Marinello
Whether steady or slow
Or maybe it's racing
Depends on the day
And the tasks I am facing
Stopping in fright
Or perhaps skipping a beat
On scary movie night
Or an encounter discreet
In fear I hear it's thunder
In the confines of my head
In hapless health I hear the term
Of being weak or like a thread
For many folks upon this earth
My pulse beats strong and true
But it's purpose courses through my veins
For the Alpha, Omega, You.
I am always intrigued and amazed
when my poetry comes from 'somewhere else'.
It is usually inspired or triggered
by the here and now, a person, an event, an emotion.
This just happened,
with pen in hand and paper nearby.
I hope you enjoy.
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