The Drum Set is Moving

I am a drum, my life a rhythm
just building to a cataclysm.
Sometimes I'm off-beat, so I retreat,
repeat, and reseat my listeners.

First I start with a roll, quite droll
but steady and quick, each stick
like the wings of a dragonfly, high
overhead it floats in the sky.

Then comes the break, a drop
into a lake cold and harsh, a shock
To the system but I pull you out,
Spin about, syncopate and instigate

the call and response, the bass
drum from the bottom
and the toms say “caught him”
on the rim till the cymbal

cuts them all off with nimble
grace. But time to face the end
now it is time to blend
how everything fits together.

Like heather in fields waves
the chime calms down and saves
the piece, its time to cease with an ending
sudden.

Reviews

[max_vonnegut]

Este poema es algo muy especial hah! This has a cool feeling to it. It makes you kinda want to rap to it. Great job man!

[Benjamin]

Thanks for reading!