I have been wound
my vision
moves regularly
repetitively
relentlessly
matching
my inner drive
my constancy
source of strength
to others
who pattern
their music
on my rhythm
my symmetry
my constancy
comfortable
predictable
determined
playing their parts
praised
for expectations
approved
for certainty
no subtle threat
easily heard
rewind me?
no
close me?
please
let my tapered box
vibrate
to the jazz
spirit freedom
Thanks to The Mag
14 comments:
You're right, ours are a bit similar. I really enjoyed your take on it, especially your wording.
smiles...i like the contrast between the constancy and freedom in this....
"the jazz spirit freedom "
I can taste those words. I like what they do to my senses ;-)
jazz spirit freedom vs constancy- love it!
I love the visual back and forth like a metronome.
Or to the push/pull of classical beyond the boundaries of the metronomic--beautiful write!
Sweet!
I too have been wound. No re-wind, please. :-)
nicely done...thanks for sharing
Perfect! Last stanza blew me away, I could slow dance to it ........
We both went with "un" this week...love your jazzy spirit...
My constancy a source of strength - perfect
I guess even a metronome needs a rest. Nice one!
love how you incorporated the metronome feel into your poem!
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