Everything about the poem sounds like a drum. The rhythm is sharp and striking-or I just imagined it but...eh. hehe. I love the mention of every sense, because none could be left out in such a time. The poem's also very mellow in a way which creates contrast to the actual content-and now I be rambling. Awesome and unique. Keep up the writing-as if someone's comment could stop a poet.-hehe.
welll a goond one .. it rememberd me a writing i had months a go.. but well like one person said the title is what catched me .. welll thanks for sharing and keep on writing very good stuff... and i guess the meaning over this is fantastic.. bye and take care! Victor!
The title is what directed me to this poem, being that I myself am a drummer. I liked this poem a lot. I really liked how it was written. Just the entire concept of this. Her watching the fellow play his drums. I really liked how it described her and how the music combined with the fellow made her feel. How you described the garage and his Vans hitting the pedal. I think that my favorite part of this poem was when she was remembering 'how the band snuck away And while he, gently pulled her closer And they balanced on the drum stool that Sunday'. This was just wonderful. I also liked the part where oyu said that the music touched everything but love. It made me think that you ment lust, rather then love. And that is wonderful. There are very few lust poems on this site...or at least I have neglected to find where they have all hidden. But I don't know, I just really liked the concept of this lady being in lust with the drummer from a local band. Local musi9c is wonderful. There is, I find, that one band, that you make it a point to go to all of there shows and to try and befriend the members and you buy their tee-shirt and tell all of your friends about them...the band that makes you fele like they are playing only for you...it seems like this is the sort of relationship this lady has with the band she is watching. It exctes me that this poem is about lust and local music. I just love that concept. I think that the last two lines of this poem really gave it a feel that the poem was ending but not the relationship between the lady and the drummer. Like it sort of had a sense of realness to it, a reality. This poem reminded me also of '60's groupies. The entire '60's rock and music scene. Your picture [Which by the way is wonderful.] sort of helped with this image. But I liked this poem a lot. Very very good job. ...Jessie
You really appeal to the sense in this piece, explaining somewhat of a "punk rock love" situation of an aftershow makeout session, and the feeling she had throughout the show as well. And I can also see the connection of the rhythm of the poem to the rhythm of a drum.