Written for: The Twiglets #228 - "deranged silence"
On a pitch black road
the car stutters,
shakes to a stop. Silence
ensues. She panics into
a state of derangement.
They called him deranged
because he was silent.
He had nothing to say.
silence engulfs lake
formerly deranged man listens
he is unused to quiet
A woman became quite deranged.
Doctors wondered at this sudden change.
They found she'd discovered
her husband and lover
on her bed in flagrant display.
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.
I barely was able to finally do one and you do your normal five as though it was easy!
That limerick! No wonder she was deranged.
I did find this quite difficult. Thanks, Debi.
I love the second one. That’s brilliant.
A great compendium I esp enjoyed the Limerick!
(Friendly proofreader query: “shudders” , no?)
Yes! Thanks, Ron!
I’ve been in a panic when I’ve been lost… I’m directionally challenged.
Those who choose not to speak sometimes have the best to say 😉
The man not used to quiet reminds me of switching city folk with country folk – quiet has different definitions.
That Limerick… Justifiable if she took action – even just to leave and ‘sue’.
Thanks so much, Jules. Those who choose not to speak, are undoubtedly thinking.
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