On this last desperate voyage,
in a wreck of splintered masts
and shredded sails, we founder,
sink, don’t realize we’ve drowned
until we’re beyond soundings,
at fathoms so deep no lead
and line can find us, the currents
pulling our remains toward
different shores.
– Sarah Russell
Sarah Russell Poetry 
The feeling, the sounds of drowning. Considering that I am not a swimmer and afraid of the water in that way, this one struck too close to home. Powerful…and sounds I hope to never imagine.
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Thanks, Lillian. I’m not much of a water baby either.
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This is so scary! My greatest fear has always been drowning. But I love the internal rhyming and your different use of the word “sound” in this. Haunting and beautiful.
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Funny. I can never hear internal rhyme in my own poems, and other kind folks, like you, point it out to me. I know if I tried to do it, it would sound lame. Thanks so much for seeing it, Linda!
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Sarah–just so you know, the Quadrille prompt, as well as the Haibun prompt ,stays open all week, so feel free to add more!
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I’m new to dVerse and didn’t know that. Hurrah! At least I’ll be able to read everyone’s. I’m on vacation in Paris (!) so my reading time is limited. But my feet needed a rest, so that’s the day I did the quadrille. Thanks, Victoria.
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Even after the link closes you can go back and read. Enjoy your time in Paris and be safe. Welcome to dVerse.
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The internal rhyming and your different use of the word “sound” in this is incredible!
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Thanks so much, Sanaa.
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