DRUMS

just a little drumming

 

DRUMS

 

You may hear them throbbing

In the dark of jungle night

Like the black narcissus

Sobbing word of a beater`s plight

 

Deep sodden winding river

Lined with trailing vine

Aware that drums deliver

Acoustic bubbling wine

 

Drums are now in big town

Where women`s  swaying stance

Throb with the drumming rhythm

Perform suggestive dance

 

Drums along the Mohawk

Drums along the Nile

Now drums in downtown Chilliwack

Beat skins along each mile

 

Music fails to make it

Without  sobbing throbbing drums

A woodblock tick, stick will click

cymbal crash to end the run

Beating out the history of the drum.

 

----Eagle Cruagh

 

 

 

 

Reviews

[Amanda Avalon]

This piece was a delight! It's so interesting to see these types of poems. This one so wonderfully demonstrate how an inatimate object can project such profound, universal feeling.


Music fails to make it Without sobbing throbbing drumsA woodblock tick, stick will clickcymbal crash to end the run
Beating out the history of the drum.

It is true: a song without a great booming drum beat may as well be obsolete! Fine work :)

[Tracie Skarbo]

Wow, this is truely amazing! I love the way you have made the drums sob as though they lament their sadness, while delivering their beat. The words you have chosen have made my mind shiver. I love these lines in particular...

Aware that drums deliver Acoustic bubbling wine (Such liquid and beautiful description.)

Nicely done
Tigra