Now you hear what the house has to say.
Pipes clanking, water running in the dark,
the mortgaged walls shifting in discomfort,
and voices mounting in an endless drone
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Original images, right from' now you hear what the house has to say' to 'the steady accusations of the clock', to a man who can't get to sleep. I can identify with that, not so much now.
A dark mysterious night, from the sight of an insomniac. Lucidly mentioning every bit of sound, when the world is fast asleep and even your heartbeats can be heard aloud. Thanks for sharing. Lovely poem
To the things you own! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
I'm happy after reading this marvelous piece of poetry. We human beings are the same in body, mind/ thought and spirit. I love humanity. Thanks for sharing.
Having read Gioia's book 'Can Poetry Matter' and through his workshops while he taught at Sonoma State near where I live in California, I don't think this poem is just about houshold deferred maintenance. What keeps one awake at night; neglect, regrets, voices that have escaped you until now? Got me thinking; as most of his poems do.
When the mind won't turn off but it's not thinking so well either!