A thousand drumbeats dance the ground
To say ‘Come play’; to me invite
A leave-taking that, heeded, might
For time a grief or worry drown.
A leaf, rain-felled, will quick a-brown
Unquick’d from branch that nectar drank
And will, with time, in brothers’ rank
Decay to crumb, no longer found.
Ah – when my last leaf is shed
The drum will halt, still-quiet.
A naked tree will rise undead,
And grasp the bright sun’s sky; it
Clothed with new leaf – so it is said –
Nor cares nor cries deny it.
Terry Zimmer works in software development and enjoys writing poetry, songs and some short fiction in his free time. A well-spent Saturday morning is sitting outside a coffee shop with a muffin, notebook, pen and dark brew pouring words on paper.
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5 Responses to “A THOUSAND DRUMBEATS • by Terry Zimmer”
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October 22nd, 2009 at 2:27 am
I loved this for ther rhythms of it and that inspirational thought at the end. Beautiful language. Read aloud, it fills the mouth. At any level, it fill the heart. I read it over and over just for the pleasure of the words.
October 22nd, 2009 at 4:50 am
This is indeed a lovely poem. Look forward to reading more.
Jennifer
October 22nd, 2009 at 6:53 am
Very sad poem – the tree died from loss of its leaves, not merely asleep for the winter. A new tree rises up, but what a sadness for the overspreading, gnarled, wise-branched former season-revealing ancient tree.
October 22nd, 2009 at 8:21 am
I loved this poem for pretty much the same reasons that Oonah did, so I won’t repeat!
The movement of this poem also reminded me of branches swaying in the night breeze.
October 22nd, 2009 at 8:33 am
I meant “former-season” revealing ancient tree.