Monday, August 12, 2019

watching_protest march_



raindrops drip-drop-drip 
on roof as i eat  
words in safety of my home

but i know that smell-
streets crackling-exploding-burning 
with tension-    
                       firestorm

from afar

i wish you energy 
as you walk and let your
                        voices be your drum-
beats, blistering thunder-
claps across
                        mutinous         sky




Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - Quadrille, a poem of 44 words, with the word, VOICE.   My poem is in support of the protest marches happening in other countries like Hong Kong and Russia.

24 comments:

  1. I agree... so brave with protest marches where the consequences are large, we may sit in the safety inside and never go out even if it's riskfree...

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  2. Oh, MAN, do I ever love those "beats, blistering thunder-"

    I love the shape of this, too. That firestorm, isolated. That broken mutinous sky.

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  3. It’s many years since I last took part in a protest march, Grace, but I remember the
    ‘…smell-
    streets crackling-exploding-burning
    with tension-
    firestorm’
    albeit from the safety of my home in the present. It is comforting to know that there are still people whose voices are their drumbeats.

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  4. We in the US have much to protest. And protesting we are! excellent us of "beats, blistering thunder". I hope not too many of us play it safe and stay insde.

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  5. Protest is the only way to be heard whenever there is a lot at stake. Governments would all like to keep it in the family.

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  6. "thunderclaps across a mutinous sky" … great word capture!

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  7. This to me sounds like a trigger for someone who has been through violent revolution:
    "but i know that smell-
    streets crackling-exploding-burning
    with tension- "

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  8. Voices being heard sure is key, if only many would listen sometimes.

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  9. I like the onomatopoeia that brings so much life and sound to this piece. I can hear them, Grace.

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  10. Love this poem, Grace. Great onomatopoeia.

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  11. People still cry out for freedom and justice...may the drumbeat of their voices be heard!

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  12. It takes courage to speak up and let ones voice be heard. Now, only if those in charge would just open their ears.

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  13. The drumbeat of protesting voices is very clear! a firestorm of voices from afar!

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  14. "blistering thunder-claps across mutinous sky" - So good!

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  15. Filled with sound, beautiful quadrille

    Have a nice week

    Much❤🕊❤love

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  16. we live in interesting times, don't we? ~

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  17. "Let your voices be your drum beats" Powerful image of hope.

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  18. Oh, gosh. I love this--the sounds of the words and the sentiments. Powerful!

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  19. I like the thought of voices being drumbeats. Very nice reflections in your photo.

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  20. Many brave people out and about in the world...this is a good tribute.

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  21. You nailed it. I've been watching the struggle and strife in Hong Kong and other places. You've captured how it feel to watch from afar, rooting for the voices of the little guys.

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  22. i wish you energy
    as you walk and let your
    voices be your drum-
    beats, blistering thunder-
    claps across
    mutinous sky”

    I love the words providing this image!

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  23. Internet Haven
    A Place for
    Introverted
    Protests No Longer
    Only A Haven for those
    Willing to Engage in
    Potential Fisticuff
    Struggles
    Take off
    the Gloves
    Bring All Voices online..:)

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