Drumming

Written for:  Poetic Asides #497
For today’s prompt, write a practice poem.

He practiced drumming day and night
with no ear for music at all.
Neighbors wished he would see the light.
He practiced drumming day and night;
his music furnished no delight.
Parents prayed he’d take up baseball.
He practiced drumming day and night
with no ear for music at all.

Wednesday Poetry Prompts: 497

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I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York. My goal is to create and share poetry with others who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve in you, and feel your sparks as well.
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