A professional drummer/percussionist and educator, Dave has collaborated on many songs that later led to him writing lyrics of his own. Most of his poems in this book were in fact initially written as song lyrics, thus the presence of repeating choruses though out. Actually it was Dave who first sparked the idea for the Brummet’s to walk this path they tread today – he decided to take a writer’s course to learn what he might be able to do with his short stories that he has compiled over the years. Most of those stories have remained unpublished to this day due to other projects taking precedence, but Dave plans to release some in the near future. His poem “UFO Dream” is the theme of one of his soon-to-be novels that he has been working on.
Join us while we share 2 poems excerpted from the collaborative work with his wife: Rhythm & Rhyme
* My thesis on the magic of the power of music. How it keeps us young and takes us away from the blues of everyday life. I believe it is the element that sets people who play music apart from those that don’t. We have the ability to sit in that sandbox and play without a care in the world for what is going on around us at the time.
As children we play, in the dirt we get down
Oblivious to all that’s going on all around.
Then we grow up and we seem to lose
That ability to shut off the world’s blues.
We tend to get tangled in every day’s grief
Without any output to get some relief.
Making music it seems, is like being a kid once again
Nothing else matters it’s just you and your friends.
When we go play we can easily forget
All the stressful things that make us all fret.
Yet if we forget to stop and to play
We have lost the power of the child’s way
In the Grooveyard – Sitting in the sandbox
Playing in the playpen – Being with your friends and
Going to the Grooveyard – You don’t have to work hard
But to take a part – You’ve got to have heart while you’re
In the Grooveyard
You may be sick and you might feel down.
Things in your world are turning you around,
But music has charms to sooth that beast
It usually works – you’ve got to try it at least.
We’ve tried the drinks and pipes to make things abuzz
But nothing has the kick that making music does.
As musicians we play, and when we get down
There is no stopping us, we’re painting the town.
We’ll not give up the power at any cost
Of that childhood ability that’s so easily lost.
That way of getting through everyday grief
Because we have still have the output to get some relief.
There is no explaining the feeling we get
When it’s all over at the end of a set.
Shell-shocked from the venting of emotions
Onto a canvas of musically inspired devotions.
Humor flows and wise-crackers attack
As we wait and discuss when we can next get back.
Wings on a Breeze – by L. Brummet
Authors Note: * This powerfully emotional piece was written within moments of a strange dream I had back in March ’11; only wisps of dream memory remained as I wrote this down in an attempt to capture the remaining strands on paper. Mom often used the phrase “building your castle in the sky”, meaning to always dream and have hope.
I dream of feathers;
Ruffled and rippling
By the force of the wind,
… Sounds like laundry on a line,
Swept by a brisk breeze.
And I lament a life
Of bitter resentment,
The terrible need for approval –
Now faded with her death,
Leaves this mind weighted down
By thoughts of sacrifice
A regret that childhood
Dared me the strength to support
While circumstances struck,
And struck and struck again.
Taking bits and pieces of her joy
Her trust… her strength.
And with her soured look on life
Into a woman…
– And her friend.
She no longer fights the wind
To stay afloat and fly
To that special castle in the sky
Today she soars without bruised wings,
Nor battered body to hinder her.
Now in mid-life,
I, who never knew wings,
Have sprouted a pair.
So small, so awkward…
Will they enable me to fly one day?
And try my own flight with the wind?
Find Rhythm & Rhyme via:
AMAZON USA: https://www.amazon.com/dp/1495478890
AMAZON CANADA: https://www.amazon.ca/dp/1495478890