Ode to the Talking Drum
Fair instrument of melody,
I salute the mind you possess,
keeping dance in your custody,
and your own notions you express
separately, among peers in Ayangalu’s hands.
Mighty are the rhythms you’ve got,
conveyed beyond a thousand mile;
you are cousin to the parrot,
and much more for your brilliant style:
revealed in what your cord and your string can do.
Herald angel of Music’s Muse,
also mouthpiece for all events;
few are the genres you can’t use,
since you’ve mimed Rock Music’s comments:
now I know why all cultures and music are one.
The one drum that can stand alone,
two drumheads that have never failed,
squeezed in my arms changes your tone,
awesome message relayed when played:
while each part tapped produces a different sound.
Interlocking rhythms revealed
through fingers, palms, or curved drum stick;
the cause to rejoice isn’t concealed
for Mbalax, to whom you’re its wick:
harbinger of telegraph, phone and internet.
© Olawale Famodun
Excerpt from the book “Poetic Melodies”
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Preface . . .
There is a human language that encompasses the globe, regardless of race, color, creed or country. Much the same way as laughter or tears, or any of our human emotions. When we see someone laugh, there is a universal language that is communicated by all of us. We know they are happy. Just as when we see someone crying, it is generally accepted to mean they are, most likely, sad. However, the language I am referring to goes beyond the sight of emotions, and runs deeper than the tear streaked lines of a sad face. I am speaking of a language that can penetrate to the deepest depths of the human psyche, it can be felt in the beating of our hearts and it can leave us soaring among our dreams.
This universal language is music.
Upon these waves of sound we can find our spirits lifted to the heavens, we can feel the beats and the rhythms in our beings and we are moved by the vibrations. We may become lost in a memory or a moment of time may be singled out by the distinct patterns and oscillations of a melody. We may gather by the thousands to listen to this music together or we may be alone in our rooms, or be dancing with our friends or cuddling with our love, but the universal language of music expands human communication beyond the normal realm. It propels us into the wavelengths of our souls, and it is there that we become in tune, we find our harmonies, and we recognize that there is a true power in music.
The poetry included in this book seeks to capture that essence and tap into that power. These are the lines of communication opened and inspired by the universal language called music.
Christopher Allen Breidinger, Author
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