Shadow Hamilton Poet Monorhyme

The Quiet Beat

Listen to the beat of life, hear its thunder,
yet underneath lurks a murmuring whisper.
Some days almost unheard, others louder
always there it taunts, teasing like a lover.

Deep within you know  who makes this whisper,
it is life itself ticking away as you falter.
Yes now it shows its face as it comes closer,
our old friend death claims us with loud clamour.

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Andrea Dietrich April 14, 2015 at 6:39 PM oh my, our old friend death. Great metaphor, Shadow. How are you doing? You are getting morose with this one, and I LIKE it because those poems really tell it how it is! Shadow Hamilton April 18, 2015 at 5:57 PM ty Andrea almost caught up now. hmm I was not feeling morose more inquisitive I think the lines just led me there hugs

Sara Kendrick April 14, 2015 at 6:27 PM I enjoyed reading your work..If for a contest, reads like winning material to me..Thanks for the visit to my page..Sara Shadow Hamilton April 14, 2015 at 6:36 PM ty Sara no not for a contest hugs

Sandra Haight April 14, 2015 at 8:10 AM Wow, such a powerful poem, Shadow. You have imaged beautifully the passage of time and our awareness of it, so much more so as we age. 7+Fav. Hugs, Sandra Shadow Hamilton April 14, 2015 at 4:41 PM ty so much Sandra hugs

Liam Mcdaid April 13, 2015 at 2:55 PM excellent pen linda deep powerful pen wishing you a blessed week pal Shadow Hamilton April 14, 2015 at 4:41 PM ty dear friend hugs

Laura Leiser April 12, 2015 at 7:56 PM Excellently written, Shadow! Wonderful and creative description of life and death that none of us can avoid. A 7 from me. Shadow Hamilton April 14, 2015 at 4:40 PM ty Laura hugs