What I call a whisper is too loud for some
My breath blows away living beings
I can’t hear below twenty decibels
my heart murmurs away all life
My breath blows away living beings
I cannot contain my own power
my heart murmurs away all life
It makes its beats felt sometimes
I cannot contain my own power
What I call a whisper is too loud for some
It makes its beats felt sometimes
I can’t hear below twenty decibels
I see you quivering, blabbering,
Blaming, shaming
Yet I don’t try, and I can’t
stoop low to match smallness
Reena Saxena 
This poem had me reeling. I felt compelled to reread it a few times over, slowing down to take in each line and how it played with the one before. I agree with D, the repetitions work.
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Thank you, Rebecca!
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Norah asks a good question. I was thinking nuclear power plant.
But mostly I was taken by the form of the poem. The repetitions work.
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Thank you! I’ve tweaked the Pantoum format by adding a stanza in free verse, more to keep with the word limit.
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An interesting poem that circles around power. I love how you upended whispers!
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Thank you, Charli!
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i bellow
a coward
yellow
callous and sirly
shirley
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I’d love to know the narrator of your poem, Reena. I’m thinking war, but I’m not sure.
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War can be one of the scenarios.
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