Written for David’s W3 Prompt #202: Wea’ve Written Weekly
I am so incredibly proud to be your PoW! Thanks to David,
O’Nika, and all of you who read and liked my echo poem.
I was deeply moved by your gracious comments.
For this week’s challenge, I have chosen the shadorma,
with the theme being “Sensory Details”.
I hope all of you are enjoying the challenge!

on mute
dust settles
soft on white and black;
my fingers
know each curve
yet hover, trembling above
in the gray stillness
sheer curtains
sway in soundless dance;
sheet music
sits, waiting
for a language i once spoke,
now a foreign sound
the stool holds
the shape of someone
who would sit
and create.
i stand at the muted edge,
hearing the quiet
one pressed key
will splinter silence,
but the room
remembers
more than my hands can forget,
the last chord i played
NAR©2026
#W3
*Nancy’s Notes: A shadorma is a six-line non-rhyming poem of Spanish origin with a specific syllable count per line: 3/5/3/3/7/5. A shadorma may have one or more stanzas.
This is “Baby Grand” by Billy Joel ft. Ray Charles
Everything on The Elephant’s Trunk was created by me, except where otherwise indicated. Thanks for your consideration. NAR©2017-present.

absolutely lovely Nancy. The fingers have a mind of their own—remember that. Give in Let them have their way dear one. Let them amaze the waiting room and the keys that have waited long already. Lovely write.
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Thank you for your very gracious and encouraging comments, Selma. It has been a tough road and continues to be, but I will take your words to heart and remember them.
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Congratulations dear sis. A lovely poem
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Thank you so much, my dear friend. It’s quite an honor. I will be busy reading everyone’s poems once the challenge is over.
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You’re most welcome ❤️
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Oh Nance – I feel your grief -a sadness that often accompanies a hiatus from a passion – which must be playing your piano 😔 You’ve managed to make this object, your piano feel like a ghost – great writing 🙌 (I hope it won’t be too much longer for you 💕)
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That is my great wish also, Ange. It’s been nine months since I last played my piano and I do miss it, even though I didn’t play every day and certainly not as brilliantly as either Billy Joel or Ray Charles! I’m greatly moved by your beautiful comments and I know you feel what’s in my heart. Thank you, dear sister. I appreciate you. ♥️
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You are very welcome my sister over the water 💕
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This is written so gently.
“I stand at the muted edgehearing the quiet.”
You bring such a stillness to this, yet I feel the energy simmering. Its really beautiful.
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Lisa, I am deeply moved by your beautiful comments. This is personal for me and it’s from the heart. Thank you for these very lovely words. I greatly appreciate them. ❤️
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My pleasure, Nancy ❤️
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I sense restraint of energy that still plays in the room …. love this series 💞
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Suzanne, I wonder if you could possibly be sensing my frustration and disappointment at being unable to play my piano since my hand injury in November and subsequent surgeries. That was the inspiration for my shadorma; I’m very gratified to know you felt that. Thank you for your excellent comments. 💕
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Yes I heard it… When you are healed, you must record you playing, I would love to hear it, I wish I had learned to play the piano …💞
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Oh so beautiful sis! I love the line “but the room
remembers
more than my hands can forget,”
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It’s true, you know. I’ve been sidelined since last summer with hand problems and surgery. My faithful piano has been silent. Thank you for a lovely comment, my dear D.
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Gorgeous poem, Nancy! I could picture that haunted hand hovering over the keys.
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I’m so glad my poem came alive for you, Yvette. I appreciate your very generous comments. Thank you.
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Beautiful poem, Nancy. Cograts for being PoW.
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Thanks for your very nice comments, Anonymous.
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that was so lovely Nancy! I’m off to write mine now!
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Thank you, CA! I can’t wait to read yours! ✨
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Beautifully done!
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Thanks so much, Christine. I’m very pleased to know you enjoyed my poem.
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First, congrats! I loved your echo poem.
“the room remembers more than my hands can forget” — it makes me ache.
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Thanks for your very lovely comments, Sally. As a pianist who now has trouble playing because of the arthritis in my hands, this is a very personal poem for me. I’m so glad you get it. 😌
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Beautifully crafted, shadormalicious work!
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Thanks so very much, Ron.
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there is such a longing here 💜
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I’m so glad you can feel that, Willow. Thank you 💜
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I sure can
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sheer curtains
sway in soundless dance;–sensory detail perfection.
This is beautiful, Nancy.
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Thank you, my friend, for your lovely comments. I appreciate you. ❤️
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