Our voices smash against barren bedroom walls.
Questions, pleas, crash down upon the hallway floor
As we pass each other wordlessly.
The possible in life seems unlikely to us now.
We hear only the faintest, constant, drum beat,
And it metes out our days.
44 words for d’Verse quadrille.
Nice line: “The possible in life seems unlikely to us now. “
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Thanks, Frank. I like that line too, for the emotion but also for the cadence. Thank you too for always taking the time to comment. I really appreciate it.
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Silence can be more deafening than the drum beating faintly. Unfortunately, sometimes the drum fades out forever.
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Thanks, Mish, and thank you for a great word prompt for the Quadrille this week. All the poets who have posted seem to have chosen unique takes. It’s been great reading all the posts!
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This is so atmospheric… somehow I feel that either the drumbeats will fade away or explode in an end.
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Thanks, Björn for your kind comment. Hugs 🙂
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drums are harbingers of many things. you’ve captured the atmosphere of unpleasantness around one very well.
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Thank you for your thoughtful comment. I was indeed trying to capture a long path and the feeling of things to come.
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You are welcome.
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This is gorgeously rendered! I love the atmospheric quality of this poem ❤️
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Thanks so much, Sanaa.
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How did I miss this? Oof. You have a talent for burrowing into life’s discords and excavating every ounce of pain and heartbreak–but so subtly and sensitively. This is beautiful. Tough to read, but beautiful.
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