the loudest
[bang-pop-bang]
that impacts me the most
it's the nicks,
slights, careless tossed words- jabbing
a growing crescendo
that knees me to fetal position
on the flip side-
it's not loudest cheers of devotion
but thoughtful & everyday gestures
that tugs my heartstrings
Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - Quadrille #214, Going Out with a Bang, hosted by Punam. This is a 44 word post with the chosen word, bang.
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Indeed... so much more both thos little stabs as well as word of kindness. Love the way you took it and I agree (not much a fan of fireworks)
ReplyDeleteI like looking at fireworks, but can’t cope with the noise – better to watch from a distance. I like the extended metaphor very much, Grace – I have the same problem with ‘slights’ and ‘careless tossed words’, and the same happiness at ‘thoughtful & everyday gestures’.
ReplyDeleteAn old mentor of mine said, "look for small movements" when I was in a crisis. Your poem made me think of that person.
ReplyDeleteI love the way you started with the prompt, and then moved to what hurts you and moves you.
ReplyDeleteSeasons greetings
ReplyDeleteMuch❤️💚love
Absolutely agree...and you put it so well, so carefully..
ReplyDeleteAh that was I, Ain
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ReplyDeleteA big AMEN to this one Grace.
you’ve summed it up well
ReplyDeleteI like the contrasts in this poem. Nicely done.
ReplyDeleteArcadia Maria
It is mostly the smallest/ quietest and not the grandest/loudest gesture that stays with us. This resonates, Grace and I love how you incorporated the prompt word.
ReplyDeleteMuch wisdom in this grace. And we can choose what we want to give our attention to.
ReplyDelete-Eric Erb
Death by a thousand cuts...
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