Monday, August 12, 2013


 This little poem is something I cooked up while attending Edmonton's annual Folk festival, You can read all about it in " Folkfest".


Set makes its song
So echoes celebration
Crashes partial to calm
Searching out exhilaration

Thrashing, bashing and harassing
Fleeting beating so greeting

Those familiar to remote interact
Till slapping digits do sound
Does wanting rhythm accept
Its reciprocal love profound

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