Cut Time
Tapping out beats on the desk—
triplet riffs on finger drums.
Building a framework for plot,
character and sing along.
Sometimes—no gut punch required
Sometimes it doesn’t belong
seven lines short of a song.
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I’ve seen you at work, physically, on a song. you translate this into words well.
and laughing and groaning at: seven lines short of a song.
I love the simplicity that yields much is behind this poem.
Wonderful. You are such a master, at both poetry and music. Coming together here, they meet in the middle.
The beat is strong in you!
That last couplet is especailly gorgeous!
Love this!