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As One #DVersepoets #TuesdayPoetics

There is a collective

misguided

assumption,

that we know the words.

Singing like rusted taps,

gargling and spluttering

our way to the chorus

where enthusiasm trumps

experience,

and pipes swell and burst

so all is noise

and furious revelry.

The wave of it crests

breaks,

washes us along

to the next line.

As real as the misting

of our breaths

as we sing.

The cold is not felt

in the thick of it.

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Carol Forrester is a writer trying to be a better one. She’s currently working on a poetry collection 'It's All In The Blood'. She has a 2:1 BA degree in history from Bath Spa University, enjoys judo at least twice a week, and tries to attend poetry events around the Midlands when she can. Her flash fiction story ‘Glorious Silence’ was named as River Ram Press’ short story of the month for August 2014 and her short story ‘A Visit From The Fortune Teller’ has been showcased on the literary site Ink Pantry. Her poems ‘Sunsets’ and ‘Clear Out‘ were featured on Eyes Plus Words, and two of her poems were included in the DVerse Poets Pub Publication ‘Chiaroscuro’ which is available for purchase on amazon. More recently her poem ‘Until The Light Gets In‘ was accepted and published at The Drabble and her poem ‘Newborn’ was published by Ink Sweat & Tears. She has been lucky enough to write guest posts for sites such as Inky Tavern and Song of The Forlorn and has hosted a number of guest bloggers on her site Writing and Works.

10 Comments

  1. Nice description: “The wave of it crests

    breaks,

    washes us along

    to the next line.” It describes how I feel at most amusement parks. One can’t comfortably stand still. I suspect that is how New Orleans feels at Mardi Gras.

  2. This reminds me of spending New Year’s Eve in Boston. Drinking and fireworks definitely distracted from the cold!

  3. My husband took our daughter to her first big football match this weekend. She came home buzzing, with stories of being caught up in the mood of the crowd. You have so reminded me of that, you capture that wave of emotion perfectly.

  4. We don’t feel anything when caught up in the excitement, whether it’s carnival, a football match or even a protest march. I love the singing
    like rusted taps, ‘gargling and spluttering our way to the chorus’ and being
    washed along to the next line. You’ve captured that collective excitement, Carol!

  5. Your poem poses an important question in critique of the new age adage of ‘mind over matter’ or as you said, “enthusiasm trumps experience.” We are caught up in riptides of sensationalism everyday on social media and in general offline society as well, and often, the ‘viral’ status of a story makes us lose our focus. Perhaps sometimes it might be good to be swept away in whirligig public opinion or displays of revelry, but I can’t truthfully affirm that. You do so well in describing what this process physiologically feels like.

  6. Beverly Crawford says

    I think I should like to be on one of the balconies overlooking the revelers and their frenzied debauchery, and face tomorrow without a hangover! Great write.

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