He played her like an old, worn tambourine;
a frightful, dull man’s musicale.
The thunder from her drum a shallow scene;
a misty, seismic moment from his gal.
The music not enhanced by their dog, Sal
who also entered her embittered howl.
The house reverberates; the neighbors pale
as door and windows rattle from her glance;
as lovely Lynn flew off her Richter Scale.
Wow! This piece gives me two reactions–the way it flowed for me made it seem like you were telling two different stories at once. In my head I’m picturing one woman in parallel universes experiencing different actions and this piece not changing.
I enjoyed your take on the prompt. The first line drew me in and kept me there. Good writing!
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Thank you!
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Thanks so much, Jacqueline!
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Wow! This piece gives me two reactions–the way it flowed for me made it seem like you were telling two different stories at once. In my head I’m picturing one woman in parallel universes experiencing different actions and this piece not changing.
Wonderfully done!
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Thanks, Tony. Just a girl with a 2 dimensional temper, lol.
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This tells a great tale. I don’t normally care for poetry, but I like this one a lot.
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Thank you Eagle!
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Gorgeous work! I love the intensity in this – and I love that last line so much. Nicely done! 🙂
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