17.01.2026

In response to : https://wp.me/p4hb99-2Kz

Word: Drum

Drum

(Photo private 2013)

This Drum was born to my pulse,
hide stretched with intention.
Each beat remembers names
I never spoke aloud.
When my hands strike,
the room listens.
Earth answers back,
steady and warm,
aligning breath, bone, and star,
until silence feels held
in circles of care, calling home the parts I scattered long ago here.

💫Maggie

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2 responses to “Weekend Writing Prompt #451”

  1. Ron. Avatar

    I can almost never decide if I want to be banging my (many) hand drums or blowing into my (equally many) Native flutes so I usually let My Beloved Sandra decide (as she inserts her earplugs).

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    1. Maggie Avatar

      And Sandra says ” thank god for ear plugs?” Hihi

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