(This is for the Slice of Life challenge, hosted by Two Writing Teachers. We write on Tuesdays about the small moments in the larger perspective and then all through March — every single day … You write, too.)
Drama belongs
on the stage,
actors reading
lines written by
another, words
flung from cannon
like shot from a script,
not in the practice
basement of a band
like ours – casual
rockers finding
release in song –
storming out
disagreement
until ever chord
seems broken
Peace (discordant),
Kevin
I read this two times savoring all the imagery condensed in these tight lines, the tension felt in each syllable.
Ooh, sorry! Hopefully the peace there will be restored soon. These are tense times.
flung from cannon
like shot from a script,
Those lines — wow. I also read it a few times slowly; to immerse in the imagery. Thank you.
thanks for reading (twice!)
Kevin
Such an immersive poem. Thank you for this slice!
Thanks for visiting
Yesterday I heard a fifth grader describe herself as a “drama mama” to a second grader. I wanted to rescue the second grader. As you say, “drama belongs on the stage.” I wish it wasn’t so big a part of the lives of our pre-teens. Sorry for the storm in the basement. Hoping it passes like a squall.
Thanks. It passed because our singer left.
Such beautiful imagery and perfect pacing! I’m sorry to hear about the drama, though.
a column
of words,
each line
a burst
of tense
sadness,
released
to move
forward.
Sorry for the heart ache.