Here Sounds Lonely

Here sounds lonely

Tocking clock

Dripping faucet

Chirping crickets

Tires thumping bricks

As they move past

Never stopping here

 

Here sounds lonely

No intakes of breath

No dreamy murmurings

No chatter or musings

No patterings of feet

The world rolls by

Never stopping here

 

Here sounds lonely

Happy songs become sad

Comedies become tragedies

So now I listen to silence

Watch the cracked wall

As time passes slowly

Never stopping

 

 

 

 

Reviews

[PianoandPage]

i really like this poem. a nice rythmic piece.

1st stanza is my favorite

"Here sounds lonely
Tocking clock
Dripping faucet
Chirping crickets
Tires thumping bricks
As they move past
Never stopping here" - especially like "tocking clock" great consonance there. also nice how most people would go for "ticking" and the "tocking" really makes the line stand out.

the rest of the poem felt consistant and had good imagery.

[Constance L. Hartwell]

Hey my first name is actually constance! so from one constance to another, hello! lol anywho, I really enjoyed reading this poem. I found it easy to transition from one line to the next. you painted a picture in my head through your choice of words. not everyone can do that. overall I would give it a 9/10. kudos

[Wildecat]

I think I've been there a few times. Enjoyed your poem and your biography. Guess I am kind of like your skipped record. Been around the block a few times myself. Thanks for sharing your poetry.

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

When you are lonely every sound can seem like a stranger passing by and time sure does love to taunt you... what a powerful display of loneliness you express with this piece.

[AK]

But look how you've used that time to write and touch the hearts of others...

[Chloe]

I like how in the first verse you strayed away from using the cliche of 'ticking clock'. That really caught my attention.
This poem seems very steady and visual. Even though it fascinates sound, I can see you writing it in a living room by the brick road with cars that hold people that never stop to see who's in that living room. Simple and quick to the point. Kudos.

[Samuel Dickens]

It won't always be so--of that I'm sure.