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
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
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...
ReplyDeletethe man grooves his heart and his guts in his music ... that's a great line ... smiles
ReplyDeleteYour imagery was marvelous and one gets the sense of rushing towards something. Grace. Well done, good read. >KB
ReplyDeletei 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
ReplyDeleteLove! 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:
ReplyDelete"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!!
to heal the hurting would be so nice... I like how you had us chase you tell the end
ReplyDeleteYes 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.
ReplyDeleteLove these lines:
ReplyDelete"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!
So much to love about this, but I especially like:
ReplyDeletewe listen as the man grooves his heart
& guts in his music, our sky retracts
as we find our pulse,
verses bare with excitement
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...
ReplyDeleteWe 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.
ReplyDeleteThe beat .. Oh I love this.. Dancing like I used to do.. Wonderful
ReplyDeleteLove this. Sounds amazing!
ReplyDeletewe 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.
ReplyDeleteNice poem. Thank you so much for sharing it.
ReplyDeletewhat a cool image, and pen to accompany it. Colossal is one of my favorite websites, too ~
ReplyDeleteAnd the beat us will somehow continue to go on!! And we find our pulse...wherever it is!
ReplyDeleteClear to me from the first line that you chose beat poetry--and executed it so well.
ReplyDeleteThis is exceedingly beautiful Grace - I just love it!
ReplyDeleteHappy New Year!
Anna :o]
I do! I love it!
ReplyDeleteLeave the crap behind and follow the beat as we walk down the street
ReplyDeletebeautiful movement throughout this lovely poem and that ending is perfect.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful flow, just gallivanting with ease! Wonderful take Grace!
ReplyDeleteHank
Movement is life.. and nothing needs mending.. if we keep moving.. I love the melancholy feel and the flow.
ReplyDeleteVery beautiful !!!
ReplyDeleteIf only the Beat poets as a whole could write this well I may have more respect for their verse.
ReplyDeleteI 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.
ReplyDeleteWow, this one reached the core of me. Love the movement in it.
ReplyDelete...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 ;)
ReplyDeleteAs if nothing needs mending. Beautiful writing, flowing and swaying like a slow romantic dance.
ReplyDeleteI like the feeling of optimism your poem conveys, especially the idea of forgetting our scars.
ReplyDeleteYep. 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.
ReplyDeleteThere's a teeter totter, an unspoken waltz between the lines. Grace, a poem that dips my heart~ Faithfully Debbie
ReplyDeleteVery good example of the form - and the ending is beautiful
ReplyDeleteYes, 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.
ReplyDeleteA great setting and running away... being free, forgetting the hurts, finally finding that beat- all such aspects are so beautifully expressed in your words.
ReplyDelete-HA
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.
ReplyDeleteMoving on. Yes, one need not get stuck in an ugly moment. I hear dancing and music in this piece, Grace. :-) Happy weekend.
ReplyDeleteMoving on - an acceptance and sometimes perhaps a blanket of denial. the perceptional folds here unveil the fine distinction. a very layered piece.
ReplyDelete….and may they keep that pusle alive!
ReplyDeleteYou have achieved an amazing syncopation in these lines. A very avant garde piece.
ReplyDeleteWe run away... as if nothing needs mending...
That has given me something to think about.
lovely piece
ReplyDeletewell said mi amiga. a second of pain can be a life time of anguish yet we search for a 'second' chance.
ReplyDeletethis was reflective inspirational and needless it be said, poignant
gracias mi amiga
I love dance as a metaphor for relationship.
ReplyDeleteI loved the motion of the poem as well.
Really nice work.
Even following our own drum doesn't mean it can't go offbeat. Great piece!
ReplyDeleteThis evokes the smoky image of a dance dive in Greenwich Village in the 60's. Nicely done.
ReplyDeleteYou create such beautiful movement with your words. I could feel myself getting caught up in it.
ReplyDeleteLuv how the music transports the persona .
ReplyDeleteThanks for stopping by my blog
Much love
Yes the power of music..................!!
ReplyDeleteMusic... Such a refreshing serene art,.... Loved your poem... Loved how you emphasised the "second"
ReplyDeleteI 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"
ReplyDeleteGreat writing, Grace!!