Absorbed in familiar rhythms, carillon of senses steeped
in good vibrations, surrounded by musical beat pulsing
articulated veins, avidly moving heated blood faultlessly,
delivering its purity into a reservoir of deep power, a
cadence of drumbeat accurately creating ocean sounds
wound effortlessly in an eager counterpoint, breathing
a relaxed coda, witnessing a rhythmic inspiration, all
timelessly tolling the same true song
Feet tap to the old tunes, fingers rap common themes
as the words roll free in schematic acclimation. These
are scenes driven by racing guitars pouring the sounds
of the surf back into my soul, beating anxiously alongside
my heart, renewing my energies.
© I.D. Carswell
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