Marimba Player and the Her Drum

As you place your leather tipped sticks onto the keys—as the rhythm of the music penetrates the air

As we are encased in Winters crust of gloom and stiffness—the boredom of the wait for promised Spring and Flower and Sun

As the rhythm—the beat of melodic magic reaches the space around us

It penetrates the insanity and breaks the dark clinging sadness we created

And gives hope for yet another flee of all shadows as the Sun rises

And beats Her magic drum

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Grace E. Reed

I have a MA in Conflict Resolution, a BA in Drama Therapy am a mediator, published writer (Negotiating Shadows and Needs) a broadcaster for KBOO.fm radio on disability awareness. I work with street youth, the homeless, addicted people, and have been a social activist for over 35 years. Occupy WS Portland, Oregon is a passion. Eagles World Studio is up and running. My heart responds to poetry and my head hears it in everything I do. My motto is 'stay curious, be kind and keep moving'. My new book 'Negotiating Shadows: Journey to the Sun' published by George Ronald Publisher, Oxford England and available through my website.

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