Grave-shift workers reach Zen-like focus
That sometimes amplifies noises -
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the noises and activities all around well captured..lovely 10
Before everything dumbs down Into the silent sea of sleep love this line, great poem, great idea. i work a 24hr. shift and have felt this feeling many times, never thought to write about it. Well done.
All are lifted into dreams, Like so many alien abductions And become the shadow play Of conflicts my soul is engaged in..............beautiful piece of poetry and i admire it. the sleep becoems battle ground and form a shadow play in dreams... lovely imagination....10 read mine all dreams not come true... at cross road.... a place callled home
A wonderfully written piece, with a very keen eye for detail. The words effortlessly capture the mundane day sounds and turn them into something with much more significance in the last few lines.
This poem captures all auditory anxieties of that fretful daylight slumber. Your wonderful choice of onomatopoeias – thwacking, yowling, yip-yapping - ensures that the poem is rife with niggling noises throughout. I love the way they are ‘lifted into dreams’. You manage to make an aural nightmare an art form – wonderful stuff! S :)
Nice work...you've vividly painted a daily scene I lived years ago for a short time. The pre-sleep world of audio images hasn't changed a bit (except my pecans were acorns) .