poetry time

 Poetry Time

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 Most of those stories have remained unpublished to this day due to other projects taking precedence, but Dave plans to release some in the near future.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.

Lillian began writing poetry as a teenager, which allowed her to express the issues and emotions from a broken home, abusive childhood and being on her own at 13-years old. Through poetry she learned how to see beyond these hurts and discover a world outside of herself, where she learned that her life really did have value and that she had a purpose to fulfill. Lillian is passionate about poetry and continues to write in this genre between marketing their books and working on new manuscripts. Join us while we share 2 poems excerpted from their book: Rhythm & Rhyme

 

Wings on a Breeze (by Lillian 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.

I’m Alive…

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

And loss.

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

I grew

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.

While I,

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?

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