Singly marching to an inner beat, finding steps in synch
through measures of life, giving ideas a staccato beat.
Qualifying and putting everything into coded sequences,
watching as they turn into measures of rhythms.
Quality refined and attuned with just a wind of my mind,
loving how it feels within my brain as it continues day
after day in my life.
This is the idea of writing, to find and convey an inner rhythm which corresponds to the reader's own. Well rendered beat. Best wishes. AM
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I wrote a comment now, but my drum-beat was probably muffled. This poem gets the right idea of literary or musical rhythms which the writer wants to find within and convey to the reader. Well-thought and expressed. Best wishes, AM