To Ponder

Pondering soul; pondering rhythm
Tapping my foot against the wooden floor,
Breathing steadily, slowly, and to
The beat of a lifetime, the rap-a-tap-tap.

Pondering rhyme; the clapping of hands;
In a sequence of the same sound, the –bam-
The reason and similarity between how, and now,
And the difference between bread and fed.

Pondering emotion; the flow of hormones; entering
Into my spirit and injecting me with blues.
The bobbling of the ship over stormy seas;
A satisfactory roller coaster full of threats and adventure.

Pondering pain; as apposed to numbness;
And how the fish in the sea stand the hook through the jaw;
The severities of splitting open the skin that God gave me;
And the reason it’s wrong, the reason it should be prevented.

Pondering nature; the waterfalls and the thickets
Full of blossoming lilies, and blooming sunflowers;
Blues, and greens, and the golden sun setting beyond
The horizon and presenting the sky as a beautiful orange sea.

Pondering hatred; the pitiful snapping of two children;
Who rip at each other’s hearts, destroying, reconnecting,
And breaking once more, at the organ that plays it’s
Rhythmic, soulful music while keeping our bodies at play.

Pondering love; pondering beauty
What eats away at our oh so naive minds;
We believe anything, and everything we hear; Even as much
As a simple, “I’ll be with you always.”

I’m beginning to realize the meaning of rhyme and reason;
And the truth behind the magnificent soul and rhythm,
Oh yes, and these blues deep inside me, are pushing through my foot
That taps a slow rhythm on the wooden floor.