DrumA Poem by theemptykettle
A low background hum; a deep vibration
Steadies my senses; confirms my consciousness. Dainty drumsticks beat out startling rhythms. It seems to reverberate from the floor; Conducted through a thin line of bone. It never wanes; It is always there. A drink may dull it, but will not remove it; I cannot explain it, nor can I disprove it. All I know is that it reminds me of my mother, who; For better or worse- Never let me go. © 2011 theemptykettleReviews
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3 Reviews Added on June 18, 2011 Last Updated on June 18, 2011 AuthortheemptykettleCarlow, IrelandAboutWriting is something I've always wanted to do, but I'm just fostering my first attempts now. Let's see how it goes. more..Writing
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