The dance, the drum

Sometimes when no one is watching
I will dance around my name
with a loud drum always banging
which never sound the same
Yes, it’s always rhythmic
but the pattern’s one of change
Its signature and syntax
quite often rearranged

Synonymous with freedom
My name just like my drum
is one that’s good to dance to
for me and everyone
So as life brings me the rhythm
likewise I sam set free
and the dancing it continues
unequivocally

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Photo – Jempics (the drum in the rear of the picture – the one with a pink boa – is mine with me playing it. A bottom surdo as a part of a mass ‘Encontro’ in Brighton back in 2001).

Drum

The wooden floors vibrated
from the sound of many drums
Rhythm everywhere around
enjoyed by everyone
And I danced to special timbre
pulsated by the beat
from heart and soul and head and hands
right down to my feet

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Photo – from Jemverse on Instagram, April 2018 – Jempics

Lyrical

I hear a rhythm deep inside my head
and the words just seem to flow
Mostly moving there in time
sometimes a little slow

It’s rather like a beating drum
repeating patterns heard
With me there as the drummer
turning rhythm into word

Lyrical, the magic flows
words dance to rhythmic beat
Crafted by the poet’s hand
until they are complete

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Day 12 of the ‘Blogging from A-Z challenge‘

The walking to work song

With reflections in puddles
as I’m walking along
the timbre of my thoughts
falling naturally to song
the rhythm of the world
helps me hum a little ditty
as it’s mirrored down there at my feet
looking really pretty

It’s a walking to work song
with contented frame of mind
looking forward to the pleasures
that I know the day will find.
The rain acts as percussion
drumming at my feet
with the song just like the puddles
mirroring the beat

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Rhythmic (chained haiku)

Rhythmic, the sea moves
Back and forth across the beach
Waves upon the shore

Rhythmic, the waves move
Back and forth across the sea
Breaking on the beach

Rhythmic, the beach beats
As a drum upon the shore
Music from the sea

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Leaves falling

Today there are leaves falling
It is time for fleeces
and hot cocoa and open fires
Long walks in crisp air with
a quickening stride
and fleeting looks
Soon there’ll be clouds
as breath escapes in silent
sharp whispers and
mittened hands clap out
the beat and rhythm
of a creeping cold
But not today
Today there are leaves falling

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Rhythm…

As the music fades
with the rhythm of my drum
I am still dancing

©Jemverse