It’s Quardille Monday over at the dVerse Poets Pub, where Promptmaster / Drinkslinger Mish asks us to create a poem of exactly 44 words, using the word “Drum” or some derivative thereof.
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Even So
He spends his morning
banging his various drums,
trying hard to remember
he has better things to do;
more important things than
drum-banging and dreaming
of a worry-free world.
Even so,
the soporific drumbeats
beckon him
into a state of stupor.
Again.
He somnambulates.
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Nice lines: “trying hard to remember
he has better things to do;”
There’s a lot of drum-beating going on at the moment. A lot of full of sound and fury…
I really like the idea that drumming, finding the Now beat, could lead to a meditative state; drumbeats becoming the mantra.
I think a bit of “drum-banging and dreaming of a worry-free world’ could be a good source for change. Love the phrase.
I love the end… some drum beats make us into sleepwalkers.
Drummed into a willing submission. I like that idea very much.
I am sure there could be better things to do but, I enjoy dreaming and thumping my drum. It’s medicine for the soul.
Perfect escapism- I say! (for me too!)
This is crisp and powerful!! Bravo! ❤️
Self-hypnosis…an interesting idea. (K)