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DISTANT DRUMS
DISTANT DRUMS
Still is the air I breathe
distant the sounds I hear
silent the whispers of memory.
Nothing left for me
to hold onto.
The day is sharp and cutting
the night the womb that holds me
sleep a momentary release
from the pain that binds me
I languish in this desert of one
and I run
to a time no longer.
like water
spilling through my fingers
What the hell, let's jive and chase the blues away.:
Leap Frog by Les Brown & Orchestra on 1945 Columbia 78 ...
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Comments
Ian.T
Mon, 2013-06-24 18:35
Joe
A well thought out piece and the reality of a decision to go for it, Great.
I hope you can Jive better than I remember me doing lol.
Yours Ian.T
.
There are a million reasons to believe in yourself,
So find more reasons to believe in others..
Geremia
Wed, 2013-06-26 08:19
Always so supportive, my
Always so supportive, my friend,
joe
Geezer
Tue, 2013-06-25 20:23
I hear...
those distant drums
they play the same
tune for me
pain being the everyday
act that follows
the old cast of characters
each day goes by
understudies waiting
in the wings
Walk on and say my lines
take my bow
at the curtain call
when the lights go down
I'm left alone
with the same old script
Just couldn't resist... I had the scene in my head from your write.
Thanks for sharing, and keep letting us know that we are not alone. ~ Gee
This must be the place, 'cause there ain't no place like this place anywhere near this place
Geremia
Wed, 2013-06-26 08:17
you need to post this, It is
you need to post this, It is POETRY.
The depression is the hardest pain to deal with, I hope there is some light in the darkness that surrounds you. good friend.
joe
Seren
Sat, 2013-06-29 07:48
Dearest Joe
my grandfather used to play a lot of old music I have actually heard this one before, I thoroughly enjoyed the music and the poetry that is going with it
well done ...
love your Jayne xxx
“The world is full of magic things, patiently waiting for our senses to grow sharper.” — W.B. Yeats
Geremia
Sat, 2013-06-29 10:36
:) :)
:) :)
loved
Sat, 2013-06-29 20:36
some distant drums did beat
some distant drums did beat
distant drums did beat
that lonely night
when I was all alone
sleeping in the veiled forest
life seemed to drudge along
there was none to hear my song
in the far distant time at night
I heard drums on my transistor
some folks were like me
in a far off jungle merrying
they must have been lonely too
but they were enjoying
as much as I wished to
I threw off the blanket
went into the open stark naked
none could have seen me
as I danced with abandoned glory
when I reentered my tent
torches flashed at me
guys were watching unabashedly
now they clapped for me..
loved