A Different Drum (poem) by Ruan Mills on AuthorsDen

A Different Drum
by Ruan Mills → (All Poetry by Ruan Mills)
Tuesday, October 31, 2023 Rated "G" by the Author.

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Chaos reigns and nobody can figure out the score For some who pay attention, life is shaken to the core Reality is challenged; this isn't what we planned. Most just fix their blinders and inter their heads in sand For me, it's not an option to let darkness overcome So I'm marching to the rhythm of a different drum I take the road less travelled; Intution on alert Snubbed for outward thinking; and my face rubbed in the dirt I feel I'm on a mission, down a path I walk alone Honesty is something which their fear will not condone I'm a rank outsider in this liberation scrum I'm marching to the rhythm of a different drum It seems my stance is novel, as I push toward the light I offer every treasure, as it drifts into my sight Peeling back the layers, while the opposition sneers They don't hear the music coming softly to my ears Searing me with snarls, until their mouths become numb Because I'm marching to the rhythm of a different drum Life is not a cattledrive, driven by the few. The glimmer of my inner light will always guide me true The flow's not where I'm going, in its spiralling descent Servitude and struggle cannot be our sole intent My intuition's blazing and my spirit won't succumb I'm marching to the rhythm of a different drum.

Reviewed by Regis Auffray

Reviewed on November 22, 2024

Considering the state of this world right now, this is a very apt and timely write. Love, peace, and blessings to you, Ruan,

Regis. 🙏🌸🦋🍂

Reviewed by E Phillips

Reviewed on November 2, 2023

I'm no expert at drum beats, discordant or otherwise.
But I can spot a gem from a mile away. This one sparkles.
And glows. And purrs. With talent.

Reviewed by Odin odin@aflx.com

Reviewed on October 31, 2023

As well you should. Marching to a different drum should be the outcry of the world's population, if for no other reason... as you say, we're not cattle-drive driven by a few... until, and as long as we are. Far too many turn in their identity having been convinced they're someone else. An arresting write and one more should read.