ellipsis…I pause eclipse a thought
with sweat beads
of think drip
ellipsis…I hesitate idea
and leave behind a
snail trail semaphore
ellipsis…I sail a breezy lift
for a slip sigh wave break
or a hull…slap…hand
ellipsis…my offbeat poem heart
ar…rhythm…mi…a
Bonnie Marshall
Artwork by Christopher Wood, 1929
“Boat in Harbor, Brittany”
Proem... 
Bonnie, your problem is that you are too clever.
Oh, hardly, yet it’s good you think so, Malcolm. Smile.
I can feel the rhythm of this poem and love the ending – a bit of a surprise – well done.
Then, I’m grateful you sense it, Sharon. Very.
poet hearts are only seemingly irregular since they signal navigate about in the seemingly unknown and are known for it…
Your comments please me so deeply much, Jana…always have…this one especially.
i propose that medical students should read and study your poem which they, too, will love. and then they will also experience what arrhythmia feels like: “snail trail semaphore.”
Ah, well, William Carlos Williams was a family physician. He knew the importance of “so much depends upon…” Smiles–and thank you.