Tapping Seconds Out Copy | Theodora Oniceanu

- Hello? Is this You?
- No, this is Me...
- Oh, okay, Me, I'm sorry...

Tapping the seconds out
My witchy twitchy sound
Of fingertips beating the drums,
Tippy-tip tips
Up on the play ground,
Tapping seconds out of a drum.

I'm waiting in the silence of a Day
Dressed in the gown of Night
Switched a button: Tap tap
It's light again...
Should I call?

Should I call?
Ask you: How you've been, dear?
How's life going...?
How was death's breath upon your skin felt?
How you doin'?

Tapping the seconds out
My witchy twitchy sound
Of fingertips beating the drums,
Tippy-tip tips
Up on the play ground,
Tapping seconds out of a drum.

- Hello, is this Me?
- No, it must be You...
- Me who?

Tapping the seconds out
Tip-Tap, tappy-tap Tap,
Clean as a whistle
My witchy twitchy sound
Of fingertips beating the drums,
Tippy-tip tips
Up on the play ground,
Tapping seconds out of a drum...
Sweet tweets
Speed peeps
Play ground tapping seconds out of a drum.

Poet's note: This poem also has a video I invite you to enjoy. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=h2BiwBpaUNI&t=27s Praising the "good ol' times", remembering hardship and friendship, comradeship and consequence of all things done and all things that could have beed done, avoided, changed... Perhaps we must feel the way we do for the sake of perseverance, consistency and hard work that just must be hard as... (how else would you please the devil - I hope you would never get to factually know. But then you will judge and misjudge me, you will sent me there where I'd have to live it _as somebody must go through hell, dear_ and put all the blame on me, making me feel the guilt of being too stupid for the whole brilliant world that wouldn't gladly contribute to anyone's demise. That's why all bad things never happened!)