The beach,
The sand,
This whole trip's
Gotten out of hand.
Here I sit
A matter of fact,
The magic's now coursing.
I'm ready to act.
Pencil in hand,
Paper set down,
The rhythm is flowing
To the beat of the sound.
The visions,
The glittered 'scape,
Taken to new heights.
Now, roll the tape.
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Author:
Tristan Robert Lange (
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- Comment from author about the poem: "Roll the Tape" captures a moment of creative inspiration set against the backdrop of a beach. It explores the spontaneous flow of creativity and the magic of the artistic process. I hope this piece resonates with you and sparks your own reflections on moments of inspiration.
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Comments1
There's a roll to this piece. It has rhythm and rhyme nicely done
Thank you! I'm glad you enjoyed the rhythm and rhyme. Your feedback is much appreciated.
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