In search of story

April 10.20: Coping


Does a silent drum berate?

Does it stand in accusation?

Its want of voice calls

to my imagination.

Should there be thunder,

 roar and beat,

a rumbled crescendo

on the street?

Is this the emblem

of some lost word

that should have been spoken,

should have been heard?



More thanks to photographer S.W. Berg.

4 thoughts on “April 10.20: Coping

  1. Happy Friday, Maureen. I can hear the beat all the way up here. 🙂

    • Thanks, Judy! I hope you have a good day too! The windchill here is 22 and I have earmuffs (rabbit fur, of course) on the daffodils.

  2. I hope your son is feeling better and the rest of the family too. Your poem today made me think of several things, such as hearing the sound of hammering further down the street, earlier today, which seemed unfortunate, but was just someone doing a little DIY. Also of the drumming of pots and pans which accompanies our Thursday 8 o’clock front door salute to the NHS and carers.

  3. That’s a great kind of language! I think I saw something about that but didn’t catch its geography. Indeed, that is very close to this need to make sound. Thoughtful sound. Maybe even some day a “joyful noise.”

    As to my son, I got an update too late to put it in my blog post. His voice is returning but he says he still gets “winded” easily. He still has a way to go. Thanks for asking!

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