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By R. Gerry Fabian
(Twitter @GerryFabian2
IG: @Gery3397)
Surrounding Discord
I feel the pulsing.
in the day;
it is in half notes.
As the sun falls,
it changes to quarter notes.
It is usually joined
by other rhythms.
They are known
to mesh in harmony.
Sometimes,
they stray atonal.
Alone,
the pulsing is acoustic
and hollow.
It goes beyond
any standard scale.
There are no definable measures.
It can become nothing less
than the genius
fingering the fringe
of complete recognition.
Scar Tissue Explained
I went back
to one of the many houses
that guarded me
during an uprooted childhood.
The trees,
I so hated to plant
during those hot Saturdays
when the other boys
smoked and swam
and invented curses,
had grown tall enough
to provide the wind shelter
my father designed.
The blood from
my nineteen-stitch cut
still coated a corner
of the outdoor patio
where I stood
with blood running
down my arm.
My fears of falling off
the roof
returned
as I remembered
that massive antenna.
sliding down the roof with me.
There’s a different pain,
now.
Superficial Wounds
still inflict temporal pains
that need ointment and gauze.
Doses of sunlight,
cool spring water
and
hammock rest
only solve
the current
measured malady.
About the Author:
R. Gerry Fabian is a published poet and novelist.
He has published four books of his published poems, Parallels, Coming Out Of The Atlantic, Electronic Forecasts and Ball On The Mound.
In addition, he has published four novels : Getting Lucky (The Story), Memphis Masquerade, Seventh Sense and Ghost Girl.
You can follow him on social media:
Twitter @GerryFabian2
IG: Gery3397