Drum Beat
03/16/2019
Distant,
it's another land
Someone else's war
Rumblings carried on the wind
Too faint
Far
Not my land
Still someone else's war
Now I can hear the explosions
Interspersing the beat
Near
It's distinct
Still not my war
Amongst a thousand
The sound of a single bullet
Close
Deafening explosions
Cracking, snapping, buzzing
By the millions leaving the muzzles
Whaling, screaming and even the whimpering
But the beat is constant
The beat is constant
The whimpering, the screaming,
The buzzing and the snapping
Those explosions they are
All in my head, and now
It's my inescapable war
And the drum beats
Constantly
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Love the way you have built this up to a crescendo - a darn good read Suresh.
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Good write and as Michael has said the build up is great.
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From one war to the next, fight on.
Nice read.
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Yes timely poem--I know I'm feeling this-- It's an intense collective time... eloquent write...
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We are no longer detached in this age of social media. It's not just someone else's problem. We are haplessly dragged into world affairs and those are no longer distant drums. Really appreciate the interaction.
Where's the DOME OF SOLITUDE!
Yes where is that dome!
Yes I know this but I would like one in the world where I can actually live...I have lived in spiritual communities for a short time but they never quite fit...I suppose that's why nature comes the closest to the serene dome-- It shields me from harshness...One day I will return to the mountains...:))
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A fine write Suresh.
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