There is noise in the
When nothing can be heard
There is always the
Of one’s heart
And in the muddle of it
One finds clarity
Even in a dark place
One just has to learn to
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Quadrille #56 – Muddle up that Muse
Whimsy Gizmo, De at dVerse wants us to muddle things in a Quadrille, a poem exactly 44 words, not including the tittle – using the given word.
I know that noise… a staying-awake-late kind of sound.
Yup, I suspect many insomniacs know the sound. Thanks Björn.
Loving this and agreeing absolutely! Sometimes silence is so welcoming and then just listening to the noises you suddenly hear within the silence. Yes!
Thank you, Lillian, rubatosis in the midst of silence is welcoming indeed.
I like that noise in the silence that provides clarity if one listens.
Thank you, Frank.
“in the muddle of it” — YES! I wasn’t hoping somebody would take that play on words to town! Awesome!
WAS. WAS hoping. Crazy fingers! 😉
Oh, those crazy fingers! I knew what you meant. Thanks De.
Glad to make you happy.
That is very powerful and well written. I can feel the silence and the thumps of my heart.
I love the idea of silence at night providing one with much needed clarity 💜 Gorgeous write.