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One More Before Dinner
Silence stirs
While
Churning verse,
Symphony of living.
Flow disturbed
By broken chords,
The rhyming faucet
Dripping.
Submerged in sound
The poet drowns,
Her rhythm fainting
Weaker.
A hunger groans
In drifting tones
The spigot spouting
Laughter.
ŠTanzen Lilly 7/12/15
While
Churning verse,
Symphony of living.
Flow disturbed
By broken chords,
The rhyming faucet
Dripping.
Submerged in sound
The poet drowns,
Her rhythm fainting
Weaker.
A hunger groans
In drifting tones
The spigot spouting
Laughter.
ŠTanzen Lilly 7/12/15
Published 17th Jul 2015
| Edited 28th Jun 2016
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17th Jul 2015 00:42am
of course I was forgetting for a moment
that Americans say faucet,
when the rhythm of this poem suggests
the more English
tap..:)
that Americans say faucet,
when the rhythm of this poem suggests
the more English
tap..:)
18th Jul 2015 5:40am
strongly trickled verse m'dears.. enjoyed & relate to the wicked muse screaming "not today"..lol.
have a great nite ;)
~d
have a great nite ;)
~d
18th Jul 2015 5:34pm
28th Jul 2015 00:15am
I know your title speaks of dinner, but this took me back to a night of insomnia, much intensified by a leaky faucet drip. Great flow to this little piece. :) Enjoyed.
Michael
Michael
28th Jul 2015 7:05am
4th Aug 2015 9:26pm
I totally agree with Shine_of_Darkness on this one. It definitely reminds me of my own personal insomnia and issues with crap plumbing. My faucet drips so constant and loud, it drives me mad...and my hunger even moreso. Though it's not one that generally causes a tummy rumble, but more of a lonely hunger of the heart.
Thanks for sharing!
Thanks for sharing!
