Taps

Taps

A Poem by Robert Trakofler

_Taps_

 

Sitting at the shoreline edge

I beat splash waves of devote

Pulsing ripples of hearts pledge

To an ever ceaseless scope

For a horizon has no breadth

 

My weary limbs ebb and flow

In the spectral surging swells

Of the many distant throws

Of others motions compel

Rebound my taps in bestowal

 

I glance the current propel

The sea grass dancing below

Sway in distant resolves spell

Bounding in movements echo

Basking the notions impel

 

So I bang the water drum

And trickle the tears I well

From a lonely heart I thrum

Encircled in witness dwell

Till just motions I will become

© 2020 Robert Trakofler


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the iambus of the last two stanza's ring like a Shakespearean sonnet. My dad wore metal taps on his shoes. Fable had it that he wanted mother to hear him coming for sex.
You've changed; your poetry, the colubrid hiss of rhyming wordplay will no longer suffice as "poetry" for you my friend. You know how Monk once knocked a musician for "making the wrong mistakes"? Is poetry a process of making the right mistakes? You're amazing....dana

Posted 3 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Robert Trakofler

3 Months Ago

I was framed? oh how I have made the wrong mistakes many a day LOL! Many a musician has walked away .. read more



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Wow, this is really good...love that last stanza. This is very creative and I enjoyed the imagery.

Posted 2 Months Ago


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Robert Trakofler

2 Months Ago

Hi choosen nice to meet you:) thanks for the compliment! I have an obsession with waves of all kinds.. read more
choosen....Kay-T

2 Months Ago

i love watching ocean waves, it feels like each one has something to say. Some seem joyful some seem.. read more
Just as the horizon has no breadth and the pulsing ripples of a lake are endless, our spirits too have no limit. Such realization comes to us at the shoreline's edge! Filling us with the divine knowledge of ourselves and the wonderful things we are capable of. Our limbs though weary feel light again. A very emotional tryst with oneself, dear Bunny. We hum to life's thrum till we can hum no more. Wonderful words!

Posted 3 Months Ago


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Robert Trakofler

2 Months Ago

I like the idea of being a hum thrum someday:)
Dhara_Ditzy Kat

2 Months Ago

Oh it will suite you dear Bunny. You're full of music :)
dearest Bunny... it must be lovely to sit by the
Ocean's edge and sway with the motions of the waves as seaweed
dances around Mermaids. I have heard Taps played at two
Military funerals of loved ones. It was the most awesome sound
and I was moved each time to a different realm of existence.
TAPS was written during the American Civil War...
Your poem gives us a personal view of a Jazz musician playing Taps.
gently, Pat

Posted 3 Months Ago


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Robert Trakofler

3 Months Ago

Deep inside of those taps rings an Immortality Dearest Patricia:)
Patricia Wedel

3 Months Ago

Yes... I agree... and I believe that our Spirit does live on... earthly bound until we hear the soun.. read more
Though it is not mentioned specifically, I must believe the pandemic in some way inspired this haunting offering. The sense transmitted is funereal, "Taps" being the military bugle call played at, among other things, funerals. The speaker is clearly in mourning, but also feeling a sense of helplessness as he looks out over the horizon. I would like to offer words of comfort, but unfortunately, the end is not yet.

Posted 3 Months Ago


Robert Trakofler

3 Months Ago

I am certainly full of sorrow over the waves of sadness I am feeling from so many souls right now
I keep seeing different things when I read this one. It's hard not to (at the moment) lend a sort of plague mindset to everything, so when I first read I made some connections to the current reality, but the more I read, the more it feels like an introspective poem. Almost like a moment taken to examine the entirety of life from birth to death and figure out meaning and place within that timeline.

I studied Montessori history and science with my kids one year, and one of the things they like to focus on with that style of education is the big picture. So, for example, there is this timeline of life where you look at the entire history of life on earth and find that humans have only been a part of history for about one footstep whereas life itself has existed for thousands of miles. We actually drew a timeline that was about eight feet long and only about a quarter inch or less of that space included humans. For some reason, your poem made me think of this. Maybe the sitting by the water aspect and trying to connect to things bigger than the self and find meaning among the chaos. I feel a sense of needed perspective here, and connection to something outside.

As all life is said to have begun in the water, it seems such a natural place to go and meet ourselves and let the natural moods and sounds of those water bodies speak to us about time and meaning in non-words. And somehow we find echoes there that help us to see the world in different ways. Even if just for a moment. I'm not sure if I've just gone down some strange path with this poem, but just thought I'd share what it said to me in the moment. It's a lovely crafting, BB. Love the rhythm which reminds me of the lull of waves and the comfort of water.

Posted 3 Months Ago


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Robert Trakofler

3 Months Ago

The meter was accidental... but I must admit I was listening to ocean waves when I wrote this:)
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this is rockin my friend and true… gently tho and sooooo darn good .. he just luvs the feel.. never mind he lost an oar... he wants to stay and enjoy the beat... the flow n taps..... :)

Posted 3 Months Ago


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Robert Trakofler

3 Months Ago

good morning Nev! I feel the waves set in motion from the taps of many a composer from your island .. read more
again we meet by the shore with its wonderfully meditative way, only you this time with yet another Fedora to adore-a
More times, there should be shorelines to let minds settle while soft waves lap the shores
Enjoy your day

Posted 3 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Robert Trakofler

3 Months Ago

LOL for a fellow who lives in a landlocked state I sure do ponder the ocean waves a lot:)
Dave Brown

3 Months Ago

Time to relocate the Zenith??
the sea can be a very meditative thing, have sat on many a seashore , melting into the sound of the wave and becoming the motion of the tide, did enjoy this one my beach bum friend

Posted 3 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Robert Trakofler

3 Months Ago

oh how I am craving a day at the shore right now but had to settle for a walk along the allegheny sh.. read more
Solitude can do that to you. Can bring those emotions to the surface. Rising from the ocean bed to meet the light of day. Let those tears flow and feel the sweet release you can get as a result of letting it all out. Bunny that is a very splendid hat you have on and this is a most poignant write.

Chris

Posted 3 Months Ago


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Robert Trakofler

3 Months Ago

Hi Chris thanks for stopping by:) some days that's exactly what I do to my drums
Great accompanying pic of you. I love that hat.

Posted 3 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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I am the Bunny but the bunny isn't me long live the bunny Hello I’m Robert I own an art gallery and performance space in Pittsburgh called The Zenith It is also an antique store and a veget.. more..

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