![]() DrumA Poem by theemptykettle
A low background hum; a deep vibration
Steadies my senses; confirms my consciousness. Dainty drumsticks beat out startling rhythms. It seems to reverberate from the floor; Conducted through a thin line of bone. It never wanes; It is always there. A drink may dull it, but will not remove it; I cannot explain it, nor can I disprove it. All I know is that it reminds me of my mother, who; For better or worse- Never let me go. © 2011 theemptykettleReviews
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3 Reviews Added on June 18, 2011 Last Updated on June 18, 2011 Author![]() theemptykettleCarlow, IrelandAboutWriting is something I've always wanted to do, but I'm just fostering my first attempts now. Let's see how it goes. more..Writing
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