Wednesday, March 20, 2013

Rhythm by Bob Atkinson

(c)2013 Bob Atkinson
rhythm has never been defined
in simple terms, no explained lines
how the ebb and flow of life
gets felt from deep inside ourselves

we all know round waves abound
on the seas and upon the ground
earthquakes vibrate buildings down
things shake when exposed to sound

rhythm gives us a coded life
so many vibrations within, without
in such a pattern we can't ignore
to our feet out through our toes

by this we mean that rhythm does
what our language carries on for us
drums of battle told the men
advance, turn left or settle in

at most we only feel the strength
not knowing what this to us means
that fore and back of secrets sighs
a cloudy thought just passing by

they describe our dreams withheld
our needs, wants and purple hell
those secrets we keep from ourselves
sad stories not told by the bells
here a message for the heart
not stopping at the smarter part
in our primal world of thunder
push and shove advances wonder

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