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Drumming Beat of the Third Line

Drumming Beat of the Third Line

The drumming beat of the third line

stubbed out

what the silence must mean

if hours before I was to blame.

.

Did you remember to make the appointment for the cat?

No, more silence.

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Silence that slumbers into deep pillows

drowning out the day

the inconsistent ticking

the kitchen clock

what silence must mean to a person

with closed eyelids

who does not sleep.

One reply on “Drumming Beat of the Third Line”

I love the realistic feeling that comes from this poem.
Your writing style…it’s really relatable.
Insomnia described in such fine detail. I don’t know if that’s what you wrote it based upon, but I like it. It’s open to interpretation. That’s something my own writing will never quite have. I hint too much.
I love realism. Following for more. 🙂

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