shake me up like music
make me wanna drum
palm, heel, fingers, thumbs
rotating rhythms,
thrumming and taut,
stretched like a string
over all that is naught
drumming the dirt,
palming my thighs,
palpating tender
under cloudy skies
rattle me
roll me
make me pay a toll
give me back the life we lived
before you chose to blow
shake me up like music,
make me wanna drum
palm, heel, fingers, thumbs
Brenda Warren 2014
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Love this one, Brenda. I am a drummer, too. Fun poem, and more, as all good poems are more.
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Good one…
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My Dad was a drummer – used to play spoons as well, on the dinner table! MuM used to get ratty with him.
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persuading
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percussionists
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I see you decided to play a bit, as did I today. Like your beat, your rattle and roll. Perhaps someday we might dance together and laugh while doing so?
Elizabeth
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Maybe tonight in our dreams? We could meet somewhere over North Dakota. 😉
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Now that’s a deal, you’re on!
Elizabeth
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