To old ways we cling
Colorful coral bleached white
Death lies under foot
A sotto voce ignored
We dance in shadows
Grooves tread in infertile soil
Voices in our heads
Drown meaningful messages
Choruses played on repeat
A subtle whisper
Heard with silent attention
Soft voice speaks volumes
An ode to humanity
A seque to a new verse
Tanka Tuesday Poetry Challenge #23 hosted by Robbie
dVerse Poetics hosted by Merril
JJJ Interactive Books 
A beautiful poem and metaphor. If only more listened to that whisper.
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Thank you, Merril! 😊
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You’re welcome! 😊
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Very nicely done!
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Thank you, Violet! 😊
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A nicely sotto voce musical ode to humanity, Jennifer!
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Thank you, Kim! 😊
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My pleasure, Jennifer.
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Gorgeous! I love the line “Grooves tread in infertile soil” So good!!
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Thank you, Val! 😊
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😊
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A beautiful poem. Thanks for joining in.
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Thank you, Robbie! 😊
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Excellent metaphor, Jennifer. I like the comparison between voices. If only we listened to the voices whispered in our heads. 💜
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Thank you, Colleen! 😊
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You’re welcome, Jennifer.
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This is so good Jennifer 💜💜
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Thank you, Willow! 😊
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A pleasure 💜
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