The rhythm of life

I was walking through the forest
One cold, misty morning
And found a drummer
Playing a solo of his soul
Lost in the trees

I was walking through the forest
One bright afternoon
Where the drummer's mood lifted
And he remembered a time
When he could march with the beat

I was walking through the forest
One eerie winter's evening
And the drummer wasn't there
But the wind whispered softly -
He became one with the jungle's beat

I sat down in the forest
For one poignant midnight show
Where beats of regret and rejoicing
Echoed through the trees
Resurrected from the decomposing soil

Reviews

[An owl on the moon]

I feel the seasons alive and moving through your words, this forest singing in this rhythm and light. What a rich, deep flow of thoughts. I love to wander the forest near my home, listening for the birds, or the creaking branches in winter heavy with snow. All of these experiences came back to me as I read your poetic music.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

i am sure my interpretation is far from the inspiration for this.....but....this makes me think of Ringo Starr
and how he seemed to be the glue that kept the Beatles together as long as possible...and now he is the lonely drummer, drumming in a woods all his own...missing john and george....and wondering why Paul had to grow an ego as tall as the tallest tree in that forest.

j.

[SleeplessVolcano]

jacob....wow, isn't that the beauty of poetic interpretation......if the cap fits, wear it.....if the cap is not there, create it......either way, it merely makes any creation just a little bit more colorful.....

[Tamika]

WOW. This is wonderful!! I love the uniqueness (once again), and I adore the story. It is very touching. I love the line "playing a solo of his soul", because often musician's put so much into their music, that it is like their soul is in it, and really I guess it is. Just like being passionate about writing, and having your soul go into your lines. The last line in the second stanza took me back, because I first pictured someone in good health and quite young but when this line came about I thought of an old man, a war veteran maybe. Which adds emotion. Also I adore the last line in the third stanza, absolutely beautiful way to put a death.

[SleeplessVolcano]

Thank you very much. I am experimenting with music too......I guess poetry is 50% of a song, right?

:)

[Tamika]

Exactly! There is so much poetry in music! Goodluck

[Desirée Tolliver]

This is a very interesting poem and very beautiful. I find myself transported throughout all the seasons of life. The mist of the morning could represent sadness, the bright afternoon could represent joy, and the eerie winter could represent the cold sensation we feel when someone dies. The metaphor of the forest and the beat of life reflects well on your creativity and I would like to commend on that. Keep up the good work and good luck in your future endeavors. I look forward to reading more works by you in the future.

[SleeplessVolcano]

Thank you very much. I am finding inspiration by going for daily walks in the forest.....though I do find it hard to limit myself to just one image....:) But I guess distraction can become part of the creative process too? :)

[Desirée Tolliver]

Yes I agree. I find myself more distracted than ever when I'm writing (in fact, I'm my own distraction :) ) So I guess distraction can become part of the creative process...

[Einstein Noodle]

the forest is a perfect metaphor for the circle of life ... and the seasons ... i was easily transported for the experience ..i like the beat of the drummer ..much like your speakers heart beating ... very pleasant read in these very violent times
E.
ps. second to last line ...echoed??? ;)

[SleeplessVolcano]

Thanks for your delightful review, E! I am walking through the forest each day now, so inspiration attacks me from all sides......must be one too many glasses of red which mutilated my echoes....;)

[Einstein Noodle]

:) ................ happy meandering sir! there is magic in the forests!

[SleeplessVolcano]

mmm....makes me think of a mushroom poem now....;)

[Einstein Noodle]

ahahahahha! be sure you can ID them correctly