Thursday, January 9, 2014

when we move

 the beat goes off center &

        dives into an exquisite fusion-

high&low, crash&burn as if

       time is one long meandering s-e-c-o-n-d

slowly the hardness in our eyes

      & troubled words fall on floor 

smoke dissolves us

     green & light instead of black & weary fighters

we listen as the man grooves his heart

      & guts in his music, our sky retracts  

as we find our pulse,

     verses bare with excitement

flexes then another Ripple

     moves us like water  filled

with eXpectancy 
    
     optimism tears our chest, now a forest

we forget our scars

     battles that broke our wings, instead
        
we run, RuN aWay

     as if nOthing needs mending

                                                          nothing  




Originally posted for D'verse Poets Pub - ~ This has been in my draft so finally happy to post it.  Writing inspired by beat poetry ~  Thanks for the visit ~

Shared with Imaginary Garden for Real Toads - Happy Anniversary ~  OpenlinkMonday

51 comments:

  1. finding our beat again... i need to go dancing... my life has been a bit out of beat lately... it's good to get lost in the music and rhythm...

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  2. the man grooves his heart and his guts in his music ... that's a great line ... smiles

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  3. Your imagery was marvelous and one gets the sense of rushing towards something. Grace. Well done, good read. >KB

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  4. i really like the sense of movement and motion in your words...it really accentuate what you are saying as well...some fun word play along the way....i like the last couple lines...the forgetting of the scars and broken wings and taking off...smiles.s

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  5. Love! The power of music! When I did peace movement theatre it really wasn't to convince anyone new but to renew the movement, an ffolk music did that too. How we moved. You capture this here:

    "slowly the hardness in our eyes
    & troubled words fall on floor
    smoke dissolves us
    green & light instead of black & weary fighters"

    I think these are essential moments to live as if all were whole, as if the changes had come:
    " optimism tears our chest, now a forest
    we forget our scars"

    Brilliant!!

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  6. to heal the hurting would be so nice... I like how you had us chase you tell the end

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  7. Yes we lose (forget) ourselves when rhythms and beats move us. Could feel this so strongly in your very descriptive beat poem, Grace. Really like this style...gotta try it! Happy New Year, Grace...hope to be visiting more with you this year.

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  8. Love these lines:

    "we listen as the man grooves his heart

    & guts in his music, our sky retracts

    as we find our pulse,"

    I think we are all inherently seeking to find our pulse at one time or another in this journey of ours called life. This is truly wonderful!

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  9. So much to love about this, but I especially like:

    we listen as the man grooves his heart

    & guts in his music, our sky retracts

    as we find our pulse,

    verses bare with excitement

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  10. I like the rhythm and the movement in this... (something that is foreign to those of us with two left feet) :) music has the touch of the soul in everyone and you captured that touch...

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  11. We all must brave those /battles that broke our wings/ & fly/dance on, for the music, the rhythm, the beat, the words will carry us, fuel us, drive us; nice Beat form, and lovely message, Grace.

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  12. The beat .. Oh I love this.. Dancing like I used to do.. Wonderful

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  13. we forget our scars - This is deep and full of passion that works it life into the fabric of the soul. Very cool and a dance of words.

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  14. Nice poem. Thank you so much for sharing it.

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  15. what a cool image, and pen to accompany it. Colossal is one of my favorite websites, too ~

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  16. And the beat us will somehow continue to go on!! And we find our pulse...wherever it is!

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  17. Clear to me from the first line that you chose beat poetry--and executed it so well.

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  18. This is exceedingly beautiful Grace - I just love it!
    Happy New Year!
    Anna :o]

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  19. Leave the crap behind and follow the beat as we walk down the street

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  20. beautiful movement throughout this lovely poem and that ending is perfect.

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  21. Beautiful flow, just gallivanting with ease! Wonderful take Grace!

    Hank

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  22. Movement is life.. and nothing needs mending.. if we keep moving.. I love the melancholy feel and the flow.

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  23. If only the Beat poets as a whole could write this well I may have more respect for their verse.

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  24. I wish I could hear you read this. I try to imagine the voice when I read poetry and I'd like to know how you would perform this. I wondered too if you were experimenting with same thing I've been trying lately - to get multiple poems in one by weaving them together by alternating lines - so I tried reading this as three different poems and found that it works well that way. In any case, I really enjoyed myself reading this.

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  25. Wow, this one reached the core of me. Love the movement in it.

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  26. ...this actually goes well with the music Cressida provided as well, at least to me....I'll keep this one in my faves of yours, Grace ;)

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  27. As if nothing needs mending. Beautiful writing, flowing and swaying like a slow romantic dance.

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  28. I like the feeling of optimism your poem conveys, especially the idea of forgetting our scars.

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  29. Yep. As Brian says "sense of motion" I love it. I also like what you have done with some of your words here. This poem is something that I could really feel.

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  30. There's a teeter totter, an unspoken waltz between the lines. Grace, a poem that dips my heart~ Faithfully Debbie

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  31. Very good example of the form - and the ending is beautiful

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  32. Yes, the beat goes off center, and we try to get it back or follow its "exquisite fusion" --the unspoken waltz between the lines mentioned above. And the ending is marvelous. Thank you.

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  33. A great setting and running away... being free, forgetting the hurts, finally finding that beat- all such aspects are so beautifully expressed in your words.
    -HA

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  34. It seems we are both in sync and tuning in to the music this week. I like how yours leaves a real sense of freedom, of escaping into the beat.

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  35. Moving on. Yes, one need not get stuck in an ugly moment. I hear dancing and music in this piece, Grace. :-) Happy weekend.

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  36. Moving on - an acceptance and sometimes perhaps a blanket of denial. the perceptional folds here unveil the fine distinction. a very layered piece.

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  37. ….and may they keep that pusle alive!

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  38. You have achieved an amazing syncopation in these lines. A very avant garde piece.

    We run away... as if nothing needs mending...

    That has given me something to think about.

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  39. well said mi amiga. a second of pain can be a life time of anguish yet we search for a 'second' chance.
    this was reflective inspirational and needless it be said, poignant

    gracias mi amiga

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  40. I love dance as a metaphor for relationship.
    I loved the motion of the poem as well.
    Really nice work.

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  41. Even following our own drum doesn't mean it can't go offbeat. Great piece!

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  42. This evokes the smoky image of a dance dive in Greenwich Village in the 60's. Nicely done.

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  43. You create such beautiful movement with your words. I could feel myself getting caught up in it.

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  44. Luv how the music transports the persona .
    Thanks for stopping by my blog

    Much love

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  45. Yes the power of music..................!!

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  46. Music... Such a refreshing serene art,.... Loved your poem... Loved how you emphasised the "second"

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  47. I love the shape this poem takes and the way you've employed variation in caps and spacing to intensify meaning. I especially enjoy this line among many greats, " time is one long meandering s-e-c-o-n-d"

    Great writing, Grace!!

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