Description: I'm taking you to late night at the Drum Facilitator's
Conference, now that have an idea of where we are
tell me if it matches, especially if you know what
these affairs are about.
love and rhythm,
Nan
we make silence real -------------------------------------------
her gypsy violin pulls
twilights from the soul
fire ignites
as we dance
inside the circle
boom da da dumm dum
drums chant everywhere
and smiles and smiles
and smiles and smiles
jump across time's lines
as we give thanks
to the Ancient
of All being
I've seen women fly
gimballed from the sky
sent a pound of soul
across spirit waters
lucid lights twirl inside
our circadian world of
drum throb conversation-
it pales words
even though I love them
we play and play and play
and play
and when we stop.
Nan - you always have such a mystical and rhythmatic way and this read really gave me a great feeling - thankfulness, sometimes so that, as you say, you can't even put words to that joyous and grateful feeling.
Ooo, I agree with Alia, I would love to hear the way this sounded to you when you had it in your mind to write it. It's really beautiful and ancient, and it sounds like a wise one telling a story. I don't know, I like the calm feel to it, with that hint of anticipation. The repitition adds to it, and I just love it.
Love,
~Azura*
I would love to hear you read this to me someday. It's just that kind of poem that should be spoken and performed, and I can almost hear a drum in the background, leading the words on, in unison.
The repetition is perfect and "and smiles and smiles/and smiles and smiles" leapt out at me immediately. That's where I felt the rhythm the most. And the period, right before "one note rises in the sky" is [censored]ING BRILLIANT! Amazing how rhythms in words transform to rhythms of drums. They are meant to be together, as lovers, no doubt.
I love, love, love this. And I also love it when you open up.
I've seen women fly
gimballed from the sky
sent a pound of soul
across spirit waters
lucid lights twirl inside
our circadian world of
drum throb conversation-
it pales words
even though I love them
I see this less as an actual statement/act of formal worship and more as gratitude/pleasure that a form of expression exists that requires no words to enjoy and can be shared by anyone regardless of the language they may speak. The fact that such 'circadian' rhythm can 'pale words' suggests that this is more the sharing of sheer joy in the gift of expression as opposed to what might be more narrowly defined as an act of worship.
In other words, this seeks to match the rhythmic heartbeat of God as an expression of love.
Submission Name: we make silence real
