A heart in intermittence (Marcella Boccia) 🎧 English
Feb 9, 2025 ·
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A heart in intermittence (Marcella Boccia) 🎧 English My heart beats like a clockthat does not know time—its rhythm erratic,its pulse a rebellionagainst the steady march of hours.In the silence...
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A heart in intermittence (Marcella Boccia) 🎧 English
My heart beats like a clockthat does not know time—its rhythm erratic,its pulse a rebellionagainst the steady march of hours.In the silence of the night,it quickens,like a lover who cannot wait,then falters,a hesitationtoo heavy to bear,too light to ignore.I am both the flame and the ash,the fire that devoursand the embers that linger,smoldering in the quiet.My heart—a song sung in staccato,each beat a notedropped in the void,too brief to reach the ears of the stars,too long to escape the grip of the earth.In the spaces between beats,I hear the echoesof everything I never said,the whispers of a pastthat clings to the present,like shadows that never leave.The gaps in my heart are filled with them,those forgotten words,the dreams too fragile to hold,the love too heavy to speak.Do you hear it too?The silence that swellsin the spaces where my heart should be,the quiet that roarslouder than any cry?A heart in intermittence,a pulse that tremblesbetween life and death,between the now and the never,caught in the tremor of what wasand what can never be.I am both the woundand the healing,the question without an answer,the longing without a name.My heart—a place where time falters,where desire lingers,where hope is a shadowand love a ghost.In the gaps of its beat,I find myself—a breath caught in the web of moments,forever waiting,forever breaking,forever alive in the silence.
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My heart beats like a clockthat does not know time—its rhythm erratic,its pulse a rebellionagainst the steady march of hours.In the silence of the night,it quickens,like a lover who cannot wait,then falters,a hesitationtoo heavy to bear,too light to ignore.I am both the flame and the ash,the fire that devoursand the embers that linger,smoldering in the quiet.My heart—a song sung in staccato,each beat a notedropped in the void,too brief to reach the ears of the stars,too long to escape the grip of the earth.In the spaces between beats,I hear the echoesof everything I never said,the whispers of a pastthat clings to the present,like shadows that never leave.The gaps in my heart are filled with them,those forgotten words,the dreams too fragile to hold,the love too heavy to speak.Do you hear it too?The silence that swellsin the spaces where my heart should be,the quiet that roarslouder than any cry?A heart in intermittence,a pulse that tremblesbetween life and death,between the now and the never,caught in the tremor of what wasand what can never be.I am both the woundand the healing,the question without an answer,the longing without a name.My heart—a place where time falters,where desire lingers,where hope is a shadowand love a ghost.In the gaps of its beat,I find myself—a breath caught in the web of moments,forever waiting,forever breaking,forever alive in the silence.
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| Author | Poems by Marcella Boccia |
| Organization | MARCELLA BOCCIA |
| Website | - |
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