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Hello fellow poets!

Welcome to the Quadrille for some more fun with 44 words.

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…




In the Native American culture, drums are symbolic of the rhythm of life, the heartbeat of Mother Earth. A few years ago, while working on a local reservation, I was fortunate to participate in a drum making workshop where I made a hand drum from deer skin and sinew. The drum was then used in the childcare center where I worked. We sang simple songs in the Ojibway language. I was proud to be a part of the nurturing of their culture. The sound as I drummed was soothing, steady, predictable and healing. One thing that I will never forget is the etiquette of always placing the drum right side up when not in use as a sign of respect. The skin side was considered to be the sky and the bottom was the earth. Hanging it on the wall was also looked upon as disrespectful as the drum is sacred, not an art piece.

Find a way to incorporate the word “drum” or a derivative of the word into your quadrille. Your poem can be any form and must be exactly 44 words, not including the title.

I leave you with some beautiful, meditative music to waken your poetic soul…


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