Showing posts with label drum circle. Show all posts
Showing posts with label drum circle. Show all posts

Wednesday, June 15, 2011

Smoothing the Rhythm Lines

tching
the sound of the beat
so long without heat
in these hands
kaboom

kathunk
rhythm fantastic
slamming, we blast it
enter another plain
baadung


ting
old familiar heart stops
dripping in memory drops
serenity stains
gadong 


Ttsssss
picking up life lines
serving 'em with drum's fine
tingling fingers demand
pahdum


kah-tshh
slowly we  bring it down
in clave sticks we do drown
yesterday's hurt refrain
-and  together withstand
harhum...


It's Wednesday. I may be late, but I am going to link into One Shot Wednesday. Join me if you've got some words to share...

Wednesday, March 16, 2011

ting-sha bliss

A special moment of release
a favourite one
of my month
when
everything
dis ahhh peers,
but the music

tones fill me up
beat in my heart
(when I cannot)
tender emotions
raise hairs, just as they 
let unseen 
energies slip away
like water scrubbing
the earth of my soul

energy unblocked
I am left limp
dazed in the beauty
of  this sound,
this moment

It happens every time
and yet I marvel
that there are hard niches
that can still release their hold
with our passion's beat
passion's
beat, beat, beat
pounding 
all those pains,
strains with refrains

I am left
clean
pure
white with whimsy's
touch

this smile born 
of God's release;
my penance
beaten on a drum
and given wings on
the tones of 
that ting-
sha 
bliss


I have been gone and super-busy the last week, but
found inspiration for a little free-verse
for my friends at One Shot Wednesday
via my monthly drum circle

Wednesday, February 16, 2011

survive

Wednesday.
Esoteric music plays in my ear.
A child has a hard time settling.
(Remember that in the morning when she does not want to rise)
Breathe. Be.
Sigh...

fingers let the trembling of the drum fade out of them
a hurting soul soaked in our healing rhythms.
well, more than one.
but one with pain writ in eyes, skin
and tremor that only those that know
can see.

Beats continue to heal me, but
most days I am strong enough to give back.
tonight's hurts were for the physical pain of new visitor
the emotional strain of a caregiver,
and another,
and another...

My offerings are of love
compassion that flows from pores
and sparkles with tender remembrances.
I taste their strain
and wish to blow those days
away on wings of tomorrow's sunrise

Away
on wings of a journey spent
A path trod rough and broken
with tertiary gardens askance
sown with bitter tears
of love's tragedy.

A new day,
new sunrise
sprinkled with dust
from fairy's hopeful wand
and filled life of dry gardens
with new, unbeknownst, yet mystical flowers

Spring blooms
on seeds of belief
and life's delight
as my dark night,
dim determinations and
stubborn blossoms survive


*I linked in to the very tale end of One Show Wednesday 
& think I just might throw in a link to Imperfect Prose

Wednesday, February 9, 2011

A Handful of Haikus

Grief
tears do not shatter
the reality awake
only smooth the edge
   ^^     

Soul Jam
we offer sound
for ourselves and other souls
unaware of gifts
><

Deliverance
my hands have delivered
a small gift of sound
with tears
<>

It is Wednesday. 
Best day of the week to sit back and read poetry.
Check out the folks at One Shot
for their weekly Wednesday treat
and if it so tickles you
throw in some verse yourself
~

Wednesday, October 27, 2010

Sonic Drum Healing

soft silk
that  slides
 in my ear
via singing
bowls and shruti box

a hiss 
so fine it lingers
behind my eyes
as I float 
on 
tonal
dreamy notes
hrrumm
...

ting
it releases
tensions held
dripping down the didgeridoo
replete with the resonance
of a rain stick
in a room 
full
of recovering
reasons
to live life to the full.

a soft gong
returns us to today
a better place to pray
on knees 
no longer able to 
bend
for some
but  willing
to beat out
their dreams on a drum

~
If you are interested and willing, check out the ever-growing community at One Stop Poetry, where they host a weekly OneShot poetry writing circle. There is an amazing assortment of artists that are willing to share their poetic wares. Happy Wednesday!

Wednesday, July 21, 2010

The Jingle Dance

drum, drum, drum, drum
drum, drum, drum, drum
BOOM, drum, drum, drum


Earth reverberating
energy rising
listen to the drum beat
BOOM, drum, drum, drum


jingle, jingle, jingle
slide, jingle
shuffle, jingle
shake, jingle
jingle, jingle, jingle

she walks the circle full.
she fills the air sublime
her energy sent out
on tingles bells to mine

the beat it is my heart
my heart goes out to you
you heal the hurt I do not know
beats pow and wow so true.

jingle, jingle, jingle
slide, jingle
shuffle, jingle
shake, jingle
jingle, jingle, jingle

your medicine dance
entrances my soul all
Grandfather's drum owns me.
Tears gather and heed your call


drum, drum, drum, drum
drum, drum, drum, drum
BOOM, drum, drum, drum

Dance for me
dance for the world
jingle tears down cheeks unknown
with honour returned to earth's womb

Hiyaaah huh!


Click here to listen to the jingle and drum of a jingle dance

The energy and power of a pow wow is a pretty amazing thing, even in a smaller setting. If you have never been part of a circle, it is worth a sit down. The other circle I am sitting in on this week is over at One Stop Poetry. There are bound to be a few poets there that will rock your world, so again worth a check out. Peace to you!


Thursday, May 20, 2010

Ghost Rhythms

The ring leader was missing tonight.
He was not there to beat his drum.
He did not share his gentle smile.
His rhythmic tones set me adrift,
   but no I cannot cry.

My rhythm man did not join the samba.
He did not stamp a conga groove.
He was not part of the percussion.
His agile hands failed to set the mood,
   but no I did not sigh.

Men and women in a circle
all with hearts so pure to share.
Came together with a purpose;
Making music with a flair;
   and yes your spirit still did fly!

Dear, sweet friend
with smooth, pure vibes.
You have raised me up
on days low in faith's  ride.
   I drum for you.

Tonight 
and every night
that the rhythm 
trickles
through chaos' pores
I drum for you.

I cannot walk down life's paths alone
when my friend's heart
 holds quiet
my sodden tears and fears.
I drum for you.


I drum for you,
 to come together.
I drum for me,
to release.
I drum for the world
to make it better
I drum.
I pray.
I drum.
~~~~~

This little jem is from week 18 at Jingle's poet's rally. 
She has it going every week, so you can stop by and check out some of the fantastic poets she has found here. I nominate Megzone for this week as she comes up with something different all the time and makes it work! Thanks for visiting.






Wednesday, April 21, 2010

Wednesday Vibes

   Today is my busy day. I worked this morning. I had yoga for body and soul in the afternoon, now am off to drumming for soul and sanity this evening. Slowly, slowly the rhythm is slipping into my fat fingers. I do not mind the off-notes though. Somehow I seem to catch the next beat when I can. My fellow musicians are far from professional, so we are all blissful in our wanderings through an evening of sonic meditation. We are perfect in our  peaceful letting go. We glide on the realm of tones we create. I always finish in a dream-like haze, saturated in the profusion of vibrations. And now I must go. Smiles to me and all of you. I hope your day holds a special something for you.

Thursday, March 18, 2010

Drum

The heartbeat of the drum
drum, drum, drum
enters my hands
drum, drum
steals my eyes
drum, drum
fills my heart
drum, drum, drum
empties soul
drum, drum
becomes me
drum
becomes us
drum, drum
One
Drum.


Wednesday, January 27, 2010

Me

   A self-indulgence kind of day. Really more like week. Since hanging my paint brush up, I have not done a thing. Barely even accomplished groceries (dire straights on the weekend as we ran out of milk!). This morning I went out for coffee with a friend and if anyone has ever done coffee with me before, you know it takes a while! The coffee is the excuse, but the conversation is the key. I really do love my coffee. Such wonderful thoughts drift through my head and the air in a coffee shop. Can you blame it on the brew? Probably not, but it could help with its warmth and caffeine to wake up the brain. Set it on a new level. Yup, I like it.
   I follow my coffee date with more me time this aft. Embrace me in the warmth of an ohm at my weekly yoga class. I don't know what I would have done without it over the years. Stands me up, bends me over and makes life flow again. I walk out taller on most days. ahh. The day will wind down with a newer monthly activity; drumming. This is a surprising activity that I have fallen in love with as well. Meditation on the skin of a drum and the edge of singing bowl. Shake away all the shadows with rain sticks and maracas (well shakers of one sort or another). Drift me out and make me smile.
   So I have peace on today. My day of me. I am trying to just be plain old happy about it. No guilt parades allowed! Leave your shoulds at the door. Tomorrow is another day. Tomorrow I get windows.

Wednesday, November 18, 2009

Drum circle

As the rhythms still flow I will pen a few words. This evening was my drumming circle. It is a little gift to me and I absolutely love it. My personal rhythm is not always all it could be, but when I sit in a group of like-minded people and we all listen and play a beautiful heart beat comes out. Layers of tones slide into strategically placed tings and dongs to make a lovely esoteric vibration. I love being a part of our little trance session that transports us all out of our busy reality. I can step out of my shoes and step into my heart and let it sing. There are resonant vibrations and drum beats that help one remove from your head and just feel. I am surprised by not only how much I respond, but how everyone appreciates the gift we create and offer up to ourselves. It is truly beautiful and special. It is another step in healing that cleans the inside heartaches away, if only for a spell.  Thank you to my special friend Randolph for bringing this experience into my life and being a part of my life. One man that believes in life and me. He pushes me to believe in me. Smiles for us my friend ...

Wednesday, October 21, 2009

rambling

Oh my, it is Wednesday and I have not written anything since Sunday! Corrie is putting me to shame ;) Just teasing Corrie! I am enjoying the process of blogging, whether I have many readers or not. I was daring and introduced my blog to my Mother, which she cautioned me about. I have let "friends" on facebook peruse my inner workings and have not fallen prey to all the ills in the world, although I am sure there is still time for that. I write about experiences from my day and thoughts from my head. It is therapeutic and I like it. I have surprised myself for sticking with it fairly faithfully as well. I started this blog in the spring in a halting manner, but have been fairly regular this fall. Pat on the back from me!

So what is new in my world? My poor kitty is sick and the vet is not quite sure what is wrong with her. She appears to be steadily draining my bank account, but I am okay with that to a certain extent. It is hard to deny health for a member of the family. This has caused me some stress this week, but I countered that with sonic drumming tonight and my weekly dinner with Nancy, David and Ella last night. I get to see my sister tomorrow for a quick visit. She is coming into town for a somber affair, but a good one. My Aunt renovated the courtyard at the high school in Dorchester with some of the funds from Meagan's trust fund. For those of you who are not in the know, my cousin Meagan died in a skiing accident about a year and a half ago. We have all been shaken up by it, but my Aunt (her Mother) put her energy into redoing the courtyard in Meagan's memory. The official dedication is tomorrow evening. My Mother and Step-Father will be in town as well, so it will be a bittersweet gathering. A beautiful legacy for a life lost too soon. Sigh...

And I also did some writing today. I kind of have this notion that one day a book will pour forth from me. When I can I sit down and write some of it down. I am not sure if I will ever see the end of it or if it will ever go to print, but it is a cathartic affair none the less. And now it is bed time, as we were up early this morning that got cancelled due to weather. Tomorrow may need some extra reserves in the emotional department though. Anon, goodnight

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