irregular, which causes some concern
hence came my first bionic implants,
springs to keep the plumbing free.
Alas the syncopation turned
into a slow rubato, with a spondee
anapest or worse, full stop.
More electronic gadgetry’s
inserted in my chest and wired
with cunning to kindle activity.
And now two new contraptions come
to bring dynamics to the party
with sound effects of clarity
of music sweet or hearty
Percussive beat can now be heard
though I’m not sure I want to.
I jest, because I’m quite content
to find the beat goes on.
For dVerse, where they are writing about “beat” in all its manifestations, which caused me to jot down a few thoughts on the subject: Rhythm, beat, frequency, regularity or syncopation, caesura or smooth legato. The mood of smooth iambics or anapest, dactyl or spondee.
Someone commented on my comment which mentioned new hearing aids, that “you can hear the ants cough.” This took me beating to my own beat, hence this poem in (mostly) iambic tetrameter. The stresses are in bold type.