Poem -
The Drummer
There she sits
high on her throne
blistered digits revealing her love affair with the rhythm.
Hands clinging to the smooth slender hickory
making contact with skin
embracing the direction in which she is the lead.
Precision and motion up and down
beating to the sound of thunderous vibrations
coming together in notes and grooves.
Sweat like diamonds
surrounding her hair line
biceps silhouettes of mountains and valleys exposing years of obsession.
Finally climaxing
to the hot pulsating beat in rhythm with her heart
There she sits her majesty
The creator of the music of her life.
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Comments
Dear Robyn,
Now comes this "Little Drummer Girl"
Playing the rhythms of her heart
Each beat in percussion's perfection
Till the end, from when it starts
Hugs, Peace and Love,
Larry xxx
Thank you Larry. I always enjoy how creative your comments are. She is definitely playing the rhythms of her heart.
xoxo
Robyn
Cheers, Robyn;
-brilliantly refreshing and rhythmically sound tempo to bring a very delightful composition to read.
-Excellent demonstratively descriptive imagery and definitively visual expressionism.
-Thanks for sharing and take care and have a good one.
Alex