The sibilant hiss
of fridge slays
this silence –
I am numb,
hummed,
lulled
by sleepiness –
slippery echoes
of weekend’s voices
linger, ring
in my ears,
the disruption
ending so abruptly –
I am rendered
listless, fuzzed.
(Onomatopoeia is the prompt tonight at dVerse, hosted by Bjorn.)
Smiling I am. This reminds me of our earlier days as grandparents when we’d have the little ones over for a 2 or 3 day stay, all that activity and buzz filled with chaotic noise and always love…and then they’d leave and we’d close the door and just go sit. 😊
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That’s exactly what happened. It’s like shell shock – from constant noise and activity to dead silence.
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Wonderful VJ! I really loved this!
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Thanks.
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The sounds of our homes, of the familiar world around us, you’ve captured that and it gives a sense of comfort. Nicely done!
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Thanks, Jilly!
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As someone who has battled insomnia, I found it strange that the busy-ness of the mind can override the fatigue of the body, making you hypersensitive to every noise. Nice rocking of the prompt.
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Thanks, Glenn. Sorry to hear you have the same problem.
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Nice lines: “slippery echoes
of weekend’s voices”
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Thanks, Frank.
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I can literately hear the sound of that room… there is a sense of desolation when you notice sound like that.
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Thanks, Bjorn – for me it was the shock of silence after a noisy weekend.
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Oooh! I like that poem. It has a lot of depth to it. I also like how it leaves a lot of room for different interpretations.
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Thank you!
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I love your choice of words in this (sibilant hiss…slays the silence…)…and the scene you create within the refrigerator hum.
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Thanks, Janice.
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Oh, I know that feeling, V.J., which you have captured so well from the ‘sibilant hiss’ of the fridge’ to the ‘slippery echoes
of weekend’s voices’ and the wonderful wordplay of ‘linger, ring / in my ears’ – so nicely done!
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Glad you could relate, Kim.
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Excellent and well written 👏👏
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Thanks, Kim.
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Luv how you shared the awareness and the emotion of the sounds. BRAVO
Much🌻love
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Thank you, Gillena
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Amazing how those sounds can lull you to sleep in a minute! Loved the hum of the fridge!
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Thanks Dwight!
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Kind of a back and forth reaction to sounds: slayed, lulled, disrupted, fuzzed. Makes me picture someone nodding off, but getting jolted awake by each new sound (or thought). Very lyrical.
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Thank you – exactly what I’m experiencing.
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tiredness can make us so conscious of every little sound – well chosen words
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Yes, it can! Thanks for commenting.
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Oh, I love this so. These words, “slippery echoes
of weekend’s voices
linger, ring
in” and “I am rendered” just grab me. And “listless, fuzzed” is so evocative. So well written!
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Thanks Victoria. Cheers!
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It’s interesting – I read this twice – once, I thought it depicted sleepiness perfectly and the second time I thought it illustrated insomnia perfectly. Well done!
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Thanks, Jo. I am reeling from a weekend of company – feeling hungover from overstimulation, so yes, suffering from both fatigue and insomnia.
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I am numb,
hummed,
lulled
YES. Love the way these words love each other. Perfection.
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Thanks so much! This was another fun prompt.
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Funny how sounds sound different according to our awareness. They keep you awake, or lull you to sleep. This is a great poem.
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Thanks, Mary!
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