Rhythm Poem by Michael Burch

Rhythm



How can I write and not be true
to the rhythms welling within?
How can the ocean not be blue,
not rock with the clockwork shock of tide,
the motion creation stirs within?
How shall I know, or soon decide
if rhythm has meaning, if heartbeats ring true?
Should I lie like impostors, elide?

Sunday, September 15, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: muse,music,poetry
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