Drummer ( for Lance )
Like the air that orchestrates chimes
Or rides on the waves of a cymbal
Beneath its surface; there is rhythm
To beat at the air to nurture a wind
To echo the blows that are nimble
Beneath the gesture; there is rhythm
But the air that gives life to the gesture
Is a gesture unto itself; seeking wind,
Direction, and pulse; there is rhythm
Or rides on the waves of a cymbal
Beneath its surface; there is rhythm
To beat at the air to nurture a wind
To echo the blows that are nimble
Beneath the gesture; there is rhythm
But the air that gives life to the gesture
Is a gesture unto itself; seeking wind,
Direction, and pulse; there is rhythm
posted by Lhombre at 3:31 PM
1 Comments:
Lovely. You have a knack for naming the unnameable, or at least circumscribing it!
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