Drum Beats Poem by Herbert Nehrlich
Drum Beats
My sweetest pie of berries,
If you, on this occasion,
take out my heart
(just help yourself) by
reaching with great care
into my ribcage, only then
can you proceed to hold it
lovingly in your warm and
tender hands and then drum
onto its walls like in the tale of
Skeleton Woman, does this
then mean that one of us,
or both are listening
to a different drummer?
Such an intense theme this evening Herbert. Why so much ripping out of hearts? Great poem though. sincerely, Mary
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I would like to translate this poem
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5/2/2024 4:59:51 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Just a mood of reminiscence Mary, thanks for the thought. H