Inner Rhythms, Inner Rhymes
Subtle, not so subtle shinings
Play inside the pulsing beat,
The beat of pulse,
The playing lobbing lobes,
The cast of messages;
Pure sound playing around the intellect:
A mind thing.
Friends ask, mind or brain?
When’s one, when is the other?
Minds sing:
The synapse mother.
Inner rhythms,
Accents from a drumming soul,
Inner rhymes from sound base primal
Structured in, in special people,
Peeping, seeping through.
A gift –
And character that gives it shape.
©Inner Rhythms, Inner Rhymes 04.4.29
The Processes: Creative, Thinking, Meditative; Vaguely About Music;
Arlene Corwin
Arlene Corwin Poetry 