It is not every day I feel my heartbeat,
I hear it bouncing, like a ball on a ping pong,
Its cusps flapping like sails of a ship.
It is not every day
I get a tide of dopamine,
I feel dreamy, open, vulnerable,
And dangling over a cliff edge.
It is not every day I enjoy the sunshine,
I clear my deadwood,
I notice daffodils, the purple lilies,
And the colour of butterflies.
It is not everyday, streams sound like flutes,
Roses sprout in battlefields,
Doves rest on canons,
Dawn rides on the wings
Of butterflies, rain rejuvenates the garden
It is not every day we feel a Spring,
When life crawls back to the Life, when heart breaks
Its icicles and flutters in an ecstasy.
(The Galways Review- Ireland)
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These poems have been previously published in various literary journals, magazines, books and anthologies around the globe including the UK, the USA, Ireland and Canada.
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