Thursday night is band night. Now I may have mentioned this before (once or twice) but I am in an amazing samba drumming band. It is the best therapy on the planet, as drumming requires focus, rhythm, hand eye coordination and bilateral movement, all of which means your mind is way too busy concentrating to be able to ruminate on negative stuff. You also have to be aware of what the leader wants you to do, what the other sections are playing and keep to time. And above all it give you a sense of community, an in-built social life and is the most incredible fun!
I urge you all to find your local samba band and try it. It could very well be the best thing you do this year!
Prompt word: drumming 😀
I have used the word drumming in a number of my poems, in reference to rain, heartbeats, and probably anything else that has a rhythmic beat.
I wrote the above on the 7th June, which incidentally was a Thursday, but I didn’t make it as far as composing a poem. A few days later, I decided that I was going to self-publish and my poetry writing took a little pitstop while I focused on my book, but I think I’m ready to get back into writing again now.
The title ‘Tempo of Life’ is one I’ve had in mind for a long time but hadn’t found the right words to fit with it before.
Tempo of Life
as we rush on busy streets
Sound of ocean waves
relaxing on the beach
The tempo of life mirrored
in our heart’s rhythmic beat
Slow and steady as we rest
but pounding fast in fear
Its beat predictable and strong
but flutters when you’re near
Rain drops fall and ticking clocks
a child’s bouncing ball
The tempo of life surrounds us
and lives within us all
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