Rhythm Is Everywhere
close your eyes, my love, feel it.
I have been feeling out of step with the world lately. It’s like I am hitting my little tambourine on the wrong beat every single time while the rest of the world seems to be playing heavy metal music.
Maybe you feel the same way too?
I am still searching to find my rhythm in 2025. It’s tricky. Everything is so loud. The world feels like a heavy metal band.
Writing this poem helped. I hope it helps you too, if you need it.
I can’t stop watching the flicker of the candle sitting here on my writing desk its flame trembling, swallowed slowly by the pool of its own wax. The fire sways in flashes of light, then retreats into shadows, a pattern of presence and absence, ~ never still. Rhythm is everywhere. The wind exhales loudly here in Wyoming, then grows still, its breath flowing through the open plains, carving the air with its rise and fall. The snow falls in soft whispers, each flake falling in a quiet descent, layering the world with a hushed calm. Rhythm is everywhere. The ocean speaks in waves, rolling forward to kiss the shore, then pulling back in quiet retreat. Even in the press of footsteps on the earth, one after another, their sound fading into stillness. Even in the wings of birds tracing the sky, a beat rises with their flight, as if the heavens themselves were keeping time. Rhythm is everywhere. And in the spaces where I meet my beloved— the flow of breath between us, the pauses that hold more meaning than any words we could say. The stars blink in the dark expanse, their light part of a strobe light dance, older than memory itself. The earth sighs as leaves tumble downward, their descent a quiet drift, falling to the ground with invisible grace. My love, even in the long stillness, ~ even in the deep quiet, something unseen remains, waiting to be felt. And within me, there is a rhythm, the rise and fall of breath, the steady drum of my own chest, carrying the pulse of every moment that brought me here to this flickering candle. Rhythm is everywhere ~ and it moves within us. Close you eyes, my love, and feel it feel it feel it feel it feel it feel it
Rhyt
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thank you for your beautiful words. I am writing you on my nephew John Calvin's account, I had written you about him and wanting him to be able to read your meaningful writing in prison. my email is carolbuckleyfrazier@gmail.com
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