The voice is ancient and familiar,
belonging to school days,
bouncing off the walls of the gym
like end-of-day announcements
from the principal,
or the bright ping
of a red, rubber four-square ball
entering your zone
when you’re looking the other way.
{Almost a quadrille. I’m counting the hyphenated words as a single word. I knowww …that’s breaking the rules a little, but it’s a poem not algebra, so I hope I’m forgiven. Inspired by a fun prompt from dVerse.}
Green Tea and Poetry 
I love this!!!
This as a description of the voice itself:
“belonging to school days,
bouncing off the walls of the gym”
And then the way it pings you in the head in the closing.
“entering your zone” … Nice.
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Counting hyphenated words as one word is NEVER cheating, on a Quadrille! Especially when I am hosting! I loves me some hyphens! And I love this poem. I can hear that rubber ball. Four-square was big when I was in Elementary school. 😉
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This is a perfect quadrille… love the thought, and it brought back memories of gymclasses being torture…
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I could hear the ball bouncing in netball. You sent me back to high school😊. Nicely done.
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Not breaking rules, Sophia. Hyphenated words are quite okay. Your poem is a delight taking me way back in time. Hope you will join in again.
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Sometimes it is hard to pay attention. I usually miss most everything.
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