Can you hear them?
I hear the drums
I hear the drums
The beat
The tempo
The rhythm
The vibrations
I hear the drums
As they serenade my soul
And a silhouette they perform in my consciousness
I hear the drums
The tap
The knock
The swish
The swap
I hear the drums
Through them the voice of the ancestors speaks
As running feet carry the message from this corner to the next
I hear the drums
As I see the perplexed looks on your faces
You don’t hear what I hear
I hear the drums
If you listen more attentively you too will hear
The melodious connotations of the drums.
Beautiful!!
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thank you, I am humbled and honored by your comment
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I love listening and dancing to drums.
It is beautiful. 🙂
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Glad you do, drums are fascinating instruments.
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You’re welcome.
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Thanks again, when you get a chance check out the piece I have call “dear father”
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Love the rhythm of this poem!
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Thank you am glad you like it. I am truly humbled and honored by your comment.
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My pleasure
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🙂 😉
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‘I can hear the sound of my heart beating viciously against my chest, as the drums of the Congo speaks.’
Nice work poet.
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I am honored and truly humbled by your comment. Thank you
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Captain Cipher: I did, louder now, I do; louder on and along with the shaking echoes of their very ground!
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