
Drumming brings? Circles………..Repetitive pattern.
Sometimes. But eventually……
Spirals…..Onwards……..Outwards…….to Strange Thinking Experiences.
As akin to writing with the Fountain Pen. Words appear out of nowhere.
The Drum allows the same. Serious application or chosen nonsense. Beating rhythms in time, swerving out of time, more patterns slot on to insistent beats, circle expansion, weave in and then leave again. It spills from out of your brain, In to, then Out of your mouth. Oftentimes with a ditty tune attached. Very rarely without a self made up ditty nonsense tune attached. Why? Because life is not a song. It is a song waiting to happen.
As said…..it may be nonsense. But it is your own nonsense nonetheless. You can do what you want with it. Take it wherever it wants, or needs, to go. Like words from a pen’s nib. Long or short sentences. Long or short drum patterns.
Chose the Metronome
To play out the rhythm of time.
Slowed the click-clock Metro-beat
To tick-tock seconds down.
Added a Mantra rhyme.
Concentrate. Slow Down.
Create Rhythmic soup.
Three ingredients meet
And each greet
Each other
Spiral’s loop
The circle’s loop.
The bass sound
Hits Abdominal Deep
Lies underground.
Boom boom
Providing roots.
Pulsation beat.
Mid sound swirls. Synergy.
In symphony.
That sings with Angels
Swirls in and out the harmony
And Tastes?
Like honey.
The rim slap shock
Not the bitterest pill.
Layers laid down become
Life’s playful times.
Chitter chatter fun laughter
Conversationally?
A thrill.
Metro to Djembe to Heartbeat
To tick tock exist
In spontaneity and gaiety
On this little old planet
Where time isn’t infinite.
It twists.
Life beats it’s rhythm.
And so do I.
“You do?”
“Yes. Metro gnome of wisdom.
I do.
You haven’t got a clue”.
Slap a drum skin life story
As the thumb
Taps the rim
With Metro-gnome seconds
Accompanying.
Don’t chase. Mind says,
“Stay!”
Tick tock. Click clack
Keep the pace on song
Stay close,
Not ahead, not back or
You will be Forever…..Gone.
Brain can’t help but create
A melody
Knows life’s not a song.
Not a wait and see
Nope! Not happening.
So simply sing.
Let it belong.
The Tune?
It’s deep within.
When you see it.
You’ll know it.
It’s a soul mate. It’s life.
Then, and only then,
You let it in.
Light bulb? Nah!
Still not alive.
Nothing there?
Then bring sing a lyric
From years ago
To this beat invented today.
Weave old words
Add them, let them expand.
Slowly introducing
New word-friends
To drum’s melodic sway.
“It’s rhythmic”
State your hands.
“Inter or Intra play.”
Yes! I understand.
Play to word chaos or
Word calm
Soft push or slap the hands
Alongside the drama of
Pushy words, insistent, persistent
Arm or disarm.
And so the drum’s story goes
To where no one knows.
Tick tock ticking
Click clack clicking
Forever measuring
The forever laid down beats
Besides lyrical tuneful pleasure
Inwards, on a journey
Towards the mind-chest.
To imbed. To revisit.
Beat treat treasures.
