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Rhythm in a passing crowd

… composing out aloud.

By Tim GracePublished 3 months ago Updated 3 months ago 1 min read
Rhythm in a passing crowd
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The ambling gent in casual mode,

swings as he progresses.

His movement bears no heavy load,

it's pleasure he expresses.

The skipping child to mother's gait,

will dance a missing beat.

In years to come she'll see as bait,

her syncopated feet.

The couple with a strolling pram,

take comfort in its rocking.

The child aboard sleeps like a lamb,

when Mother Goose comes knocking.

. There's a punctuated rhythm in a passing crowd.

. People making patterns - composing out aloud.

© Tim Grace, 28 February 2010 (Revised: 3 August 2020)


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Tim Grace

A first impression has a lasting effect - it makes a notable difference. In a subtle way that’s who I am as a poet. A ‘first impression’ looking for the gentle ‘twist’ that draws attention to a novel observation.

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  • Dharrsheena Raja Segarran3 months ago

    This was very profound and thought provoking!

  • Tim Grace (Author)3 months ago

    To the reader: The rhythm of life pulses through the human race expressing our moods and demeanours. The confident gait belongs to those with status, the boastful strut marks the braggart, and the carefree skip of a child renders all else a function of bipedal progression. When watching a crowd, it's the collection of gaits, struts and skips that give it character, and mark it as different to a marching parade; having the hallmark of precisely choreographed passage.
 To the poet: In the absence of a strict iambic-pentameter, the initial four lines of this poem capture what is probably my natural rhythm of a longer first line (eight syllables) followed by a shorter phrase (of seven syllables in this case) to conclude the two-line sentence. The mechanics of poetry are vitally important but contrived construction ensures collapse. Every poem should have its own pulse; and for the readers' sake help to transform the words from a written to oral state.

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