Written for: dVerse Poets Pub – Quadrille #106 – “drum” (posted by Mish)
“Lately I have lost my rhythm. My daily routine is more like a jazz drum. It starts and stalls in unexpected places. I’ve lost my beat. I think we can all relate to some degree, even if certain aspects of our lives have returned to “normal”. The ways we are coping are vast and varied depending on our situations and because as humans…and as poets, we all beat to the sound of our own drum. “
So without further ado….
Drum roll please….du ta ta dah!
The word is…
DRUM
Full page ad
glossed center
of magazine,
an attempt to
drum up support
for ending smoking.
Garish ad featured
people in oxygen tents,
people smoking through
a hole in their neck,
and some faces
ravaged by surgeries.
Certainly drummed the
message into my head.
purplepeninportland 
Nice take on the prompt. 🙂
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Thanks, rev!
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Smoking through a hole in my neck would hopefully convince me to give it up.
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You would think so.
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I like how you used that form of drum, and it seemed like you were going to pan the idea, but resolved that it convinced you, the horror persuades.
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If you look at those ads, it is pretty frightening. Thanks, Paul.
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My pleasure Sara
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Sounds like some very effective visual convincing!
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It is.
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Those kinds of messages might not always work immediately but they absolutely plant seeds. The one with a blackened lung in a jar did it for me.
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Yup!
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I was never attracted in the first place, so I have no clue if scaring had any effect on me.
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That’s a good thing.
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Interesting take… and sure to keep me away from smoking.
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Thanks, Dale. It is scary!
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Love where you went with this, Sara.
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Thanks, Vivian!
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Interesting way to use the word drum. And, it’s sad but true.
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Thanks, ghost!
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