Talking Drum

Talking Drum

I listened to the sound from Ayangalu
My spirit was awakened
My body was aroused
The percussion from Ayangalu seems familiar

I picked my steps gradually
The beats were irresistible
I gyrated
People gathered and applauded

I danced to frenzy
Ayangalu proved his dexterity
Pulling strings and hitting hard
Evoking sonorous and meaningful resonance from his hide

People clapped and applauded wildly
I twisted and jumped
I wriggled my waist
I tried to catch up with the pace of the beats

Suddenly it was quiet
The drummer and crowd had disappeared
Yet I heard faint sounds and euphoria in the horizon

Yes! There they were
Ayangalu and the crowd in the distance
I made to reunite with them.

Alas! I could not move
My waist was broken!



7 thoughts on “Talking Drum” by babsiwalewa (@babsiwalewa)

  1. Hehehe..U danced till something broke..

    Check…The percussion seem (seemed) familiar…
    Nice lines…Well done…$ß.

  2. sambright (@sambrightomo)

    Ehmn… What happens @ night to last forever…very interesting

  3. Hahahah! This funny ending took me unawares… I love it.
    Lovely poem, @babsiwalewa

  4. Is there a friendship/connection between The Arrival by ayangalu d drummer boy @odunamo and this poem?

    If so…it brings a different understanding/dimension to your poem.

    If not…who can out dance a talking drum? In this instance, you are the talking drum; the one with the message. No one can dispute your message. Applause or not, your message is yours and anyone can make of it what they will.

    Nice.

  5. Provocatively worded to the reality
    of existence, which is a chimera.

  6. That’s one of the reasons I don’t dance…hehehe

    I like the ending, I was expecting something else but I got something better.

    Keep writing @babsiwalewa

  7. Kpele, hehehe…

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