Rhythm

rambling chaos

Been doing this

back

and

forth

rocking

 

Swinging

on

a

bended

knee

 

Like a pendulum

With no solid anchor

or

base

 

Based on needs

And strength

and

desires

and

weaknesses

 

I rock

I swing

out

My cravings

For what you bring

What u give

How to be

whole

with

pieces

of

me

and

you

scattered

around

me

 

Signaling nothing

Encapsulating…

Everything

 

Wanting off this

cracked

in

pieces

seen

and

hidden

concrete

dance floor

and on to another

smoother surface

no pieces seen or hidden

 

But another

Doesn’t carry

The same

wrong

beat

bass

rhythm

That I’ve become

Accustomed to

 

So I ride out

Bow to the bass

of

you

listening to

the offbeat

rhythm

produced by

what use to be

us

What use to

be

simpatico

 

Rhythm

less

Black

Woman

 

Is what I am

Can I say

because of you

or

Recognize

All those fingers

Pointing back at me

 

Closed fist

Closed mind

To the fact that

Life is what

I made it

 

And I can make it

without

you

Or so they say

 

Naysayers

Who

Say that

Life is to lived

And that what I’m

Doing is

Rocking to a beat

Doing the same

Two step pattern

Taught so many years ago

Ignoring the taps

on

my

right

shoulder

 

Excuse me miss

Can I cut in

Can I have this dance

Excuse me miss

excuse

me

miss

 

Missed out

Cause I’m

Deaf to all

but

this

beat

this

rhythm

of

you

and

i

rocking

back

and

forth

to

the

wrong

beat

produced

by

you

and

i

so

i

rock

on

 

 

Reviews

[Alex McFadyen]

I love it! It would be interesting to see you speak it out loud. I'm curious to what the drumbeat is of this poem. Is it the obvious rhythm that wrote the lines, or the powerful ideas and experiences that wrote the rhythm. My personal respect would be for the latter, but it doesn't matter too much, its still a great poem.

[Mr. Deft Diction]

Love this rhythm, love this flow, love this piece.

Get your groove back! Great piece of work!