Humdrum life gnaws,
Monotony making her way daily,
Drumbeats promising adrenalin rush,
Conundrum to chase the music or bide time,
Flowery extravagant top dog existence,
Or rather side-lined underdog obscurity?
Ain’t possible to be master of all,
Each, his own master,
Silence beckons,
Nurture.
44 words.
Thoughts behind the poem :- Noise appearing extravagant negates clarity. While silence even though appears simple and monotonous rekindles the spirit.
Acknowledgements :- Written in response to Eugi’s Weekly Prompt, “Underdog” and Quadrille # 106 – prompt word drum. Thank you all for stopping by and reading.
Nice contrast between top-dog extravagance and under-dog obscurity.
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Thank you very much, Frank. ๐
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I love your approach to an ongoing societal problem. A superb piece from start to finish, especially the last 4 lines. Thank you so much for joining in.
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Thanks a lot, Eugi. ๐
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Nice incorporation of many “drum” words and I like the shape of your poem.
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Thank you very much. ๐
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I think that we need both the silence to think and the drumbeat to act.
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That’s true, thank you very much for stopping by, Bjorn. ๐
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Such an enjoyable read, made even better by your notes, Kitty.
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Thank you very much, Li. ๐
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You are welcome ๐
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Silence is calming, but noise dramatizes thoughts into positive changes. nicely worded, I heard the noise.
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True, thank you, Ma’am. ๐
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