Life lived as a soliloquy with no sort of belonging
is a bell without a clapper—only motion with no gonging.
Life’s richer orchestrated from many different parts—
a plethora of loved ones. A symphony of hearts.

Love brings complications—a certain pain and mess,
and a life deterged of conflict sounds tempting, I confess,
but still a solitary life cannot be the best.
It lacks a certain melody, a certain flair and zest.

Every unsung melody is searching for a stage,
and a voice without an ear is like words without a page.
Only half of life can be lived behind a wall.
The sound of one hand clapping is no sound  at all.


The prompt words today are orchestrate, belong, soliloquy and deterge. Here are the links:


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