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