Heart Beats

Heart beats
Lungs breathe
Blood flows

Breath interrupted
Touched by pain
Frightened by visions of death
The mind reals

Where is strength?
The body fails
The soul seeks comfort
The monitor above the bed speaks its warning

Then a touch
Cool water
Warm blankets
Comforting words as warmth in the veins takes away the fear.

is the command
Breath is difficult to find
Life slowly returns

The cat lies on the bed
Fur slowly rising
and falling

The wind blows in the garden
The shadows move across the ground
Dark night and sleep come
and in the dawn, breath

Heart beats
A warm cup of tea
Sits next to the cards
Email on the screen

A noise from the street
A bird settles on a branch
A phone rings
and hands move while the lungs fill

With relief
With comfort
With strength
With the possibility

That a new day will arrive.


That’s it this week, just a poem.  Wednesday I’ll update you on my woodworking and next week I’ll update you on my plans to become to a world-famous poet.

Till next week,


About Andrew Reynolds

Born in California Did the school thing studying electronics, computers, release engineering and literary criticism. I worked in the high tech world doing software release engineering and am now retired. Then I got prostate cancer. Now I am a blogger and work in my wood shop doing scroll saw work and marquetry.
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