My Vibes Poem by Angela Brown

Once The sound of rum, rum, rum
Ran against the chains
Running the wheels off the sidewalk
The tongue of the paddles floating into space
Facing life against the winds
The clamping sounds of metal spokes
Wheels rolling, rolling, rolling
The circumference of pie 360 degrees Fahrenheit
The seal of a motorcade-cycling securely
Bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce
Running out of time
The words lie within words
the lines contain measurements
the sound repeats sounds
Skipping beats across a blank page.
Dialog defines meaning
absent to reasons beyond imagination
the context is compound to reasons
often mistaken dialog.
The words, a figurative language
Worldly expressions
Options, opinions, views
from a diverse reality.
The words lie within words
the lines contain measurements
the sound repeats sounds
Skipping beats across a blank page.
Dialog defines meaning
absent to reasons beyond imagination
the context is compound to reasons
often mistaken dialog.
The words, a figurative language
Worldly expressions
Options, opinions, views
from a diverse reality.
The teeth of the piano chanted
Its tunes by biting at the notes
Clamping to its gums
Opening wide its tonsils
Began to wine in the harmony of music
As beats pressed against the keys
Limited space pounding heart
Limited time pulsating out of breath
And then the climax
And the moment of silence