• love is the drum

    by  • February 8, 2011 • Uncategorized • 4 Comments

    in the music of life
    love is the drum
    the big bass drum that
    resonates in your breast bone
    through every movement of grief
    the tremulous tympanic tones
    in the symphonies of sadness
    the steadying rhythm during
    the frantic choruses of fear
    the hope of the high hat
    in the gentle jazz of joy
    the tender tap behind
    the waltz of wonder
    in the music of life
    love is the drum
    love is the drum

    Peace,
    Milton

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    4 Responses to love is the drum

    1. February 8, 2011 at 11:45 am

      That alliteration is like the sound of the drum. Nice one, sir.

    2. Joy
      February 8, 2011 at 4:06 pm

      Beautiful. Well done!

      You need to get on a round of poetry submissions and then – eventually – an incredible memoir (cuz your life is THAT interesting).

    3. February 11, 2011 at 9:46 pm

      Just a quick hi from a fellow blogger (http://www.moretimeatthetable.blogspot.com). Happened upon your blog after seeing you commenting somewhere else. Keep writing poetry (AND cooking!) Sing a new song,
      Alyce Morgan

    4. Foster
      February 21, 2011 at 5:12 am

      A member of our University of Florida drumline died in a caving accident last week. He played the bass drum. This poem was so perfectly worded. Thank you. Through every moment of grief it is the big bass drum.

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