A Different Drum

A Different Drum

A Poem by Deborah Leah Krempa

 

 

I look for a different drumbeat.

Yet, I cannot control my feet.

The sound keeps pounding in my head.

The same old rhythm round and round.

Like clouds of thunder, same old sound.

Did I get lazy?

Or am I going crazy?

Words, they become my thoughts.

Really though, I don't seem to mind.

Am I going blind?

Everything is getting hazy.

Or did I just get lazy?

Need to clear the air.

Do I dare?

Does anybody care?

© 2008 Deborah Leah Krempa


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complete sense of isolation here. and the use of phonics, the resounding beat, the tempo ... even the clap of the night sky. i only suggest that a few less questions would have been better, by maybe combining them. as otherwise it feels a little cluttered. otherwise, good write debileah.
clay.

Posted 16 Years Ago



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Deborah Leah Krempa
Deborah Leah Krempa

Toledo, OH



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I am grandmother,.. My children and my grandchildren I love them all so very much. They are my gifts from my creator, the blessings in this life. I simply adore poetry and the .. more..

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