Her Voice




My mother’s voice is soft now. Her words slur and drift off in a breeze. But today she laughs, and the sparrows twitter and chirp, carrying that laugh up to the sky.

Dawn rises giggling

rose-tipped clouds streak summer sky—

shadows dance on ground


For dVerse, where De has asked us to write a quadrille (a poem of 44 words, any style) using the word voice.






50 thoughts on “Her Voice

  1. Enjoyed the perspective of this Merril. Just because the voice grows weaker, there is still much t be said — and to be listened to. Thanks for sharing your voice in this. Well written!

  2. This prose was sweet with laughter carried into the sky by sparrows a special image. I feel the sadness beginning contrasted with brightness of sky lightening. Lovely poetic expressions in this quadrille, Merril.

  3. Beautiful stark division in the haiku, from light back to shadow, circling back to where the Haibun started. Expansive emotional range, like a David Lean film, an epic centered on the personal. Your poem evoked this song by Lucy Dacus for me:

    • Thank you very much, Lona. High praise indeed. I don’t think I’ve ever had my work compared to a David Lean film before! 🙂 Thank you for the song link, too. I didn’t know of her.

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