The Pounding of My Heart
"The wind is the pounding of my heart.”
--Constance La France
Sound of the wind drifting through the trees
Softly, I hear it; it is the pounding of my heart
Keeping steady rhythm, while I am remembering
The times we made pulsing love ‘neath the elms,
Branches hovering over us like guardian angels
Waving goldish green banners, whispering low
Like the purring of your sighs after a long kiss,
Your sweet breath on my neck, the elms knew,
Trembling like wind in a slow-moving tremolo,
Its leaves gently playing nature’s marimba slow
Steadily matching my heart’s rhythmic cadence
Ah, how I remember well those fond embraces.
FIRST PLACE WINNER
Written August 1, 2022
Submitted to "Let Your Muse Be Inspired - R Form" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Constance La France
Copyright © L Milton Hankins | Year Posted 2022
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