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My heart weary
I sit by the riverside
drum in hand, trying
to catch a pulse
It starts out slow
an unsteady beat
building up momentum
a thousand buffalo feet
clouds lift revealing
blue sky an eagle
flies above
I begin to feel
alive....
linking with dVerse
writing a quadrille using 44 words
incorporating the word "drum"
hosted my Mish
author's note: I play a Native American
hoop drum made of buffalo hide. Sometimes,
it seems to have a voice of it's own thundering
hooves of a herd of buffalo. It has been an honor
to sit in a circle of drummers to welcome
dreams and the solstice. This year it will be
done remotely.
drums, beats and dreams...
to sit in a circle of drummers to welcome
dreams and the solstice. This year it will be
done remotely.
drums, beats and dreams...
Nicely done representation of music evoking nature, as well as nature inspiring music.
ReplyDeleteAh, drums and buffalo feet. How wonderful! I loved this. Maybe this will be the year i have a drum of my own.
ReplyDeleteThis is absolutely stunning in its rendition 💝
ReplyDeleteI like how the clouds lift to the beating of the drum.
ReplyDeleteHi Truedessa - wonderful poem ... and yes you evoke those thundering feet. How very fortunate you are to own and be able to play such an interesting instrument ... I can imagine it'll make the right sounds. Sorry it's remote this year - but the wheels of life will turn again ... take care and enjoy what you can do - all the best - Hilary
ReplyDeleteI love the idea of catching a pulse and letting fly with a thousand buffalo feet! Your drum sounds magical.
ReplyDeleteYou connected with nature and the earth.
ReplyDeleteGorgeous illustration through your words. Your drum does have a voice...as I've been taught. What an honour to be part of a drumming circle. Would love to hear it.
ReplyDeleteI knew the word would speak to you... I would love to hear a recording of your drum... I might join you, I have a small African drum I got as a kid.
ReplyDeleteReading your poem as it goes from lifeless to full of life made my scalp tingle. There is a calling in the drums, calling to the ancestors...
ReplyDeleteYour words build up momentum along with the drums.
ReplyDeleteLuv the contrast of depths of drum beats raising spirits as light as clouds above
ReplyDeleteThank you for dropping by to read mine
Much🏞love
This builds so well throughout. Great poem.
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