the sounds from outside mix with the
hammer in my head, mix with the rain
on the roof, tap, tap, drip, drop,
so much noise the robin can’t be heard
...
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Very powerful and compelling. The rain is a very effective companion to your creative loneliness. Kindest regards, Sandra
I really enjoyed this poem the way every line flowed together so perfectly :) thanks
This is extremely well written Ben, a clever extraction of rhyme inter-stanza with a almost casually concealed rhythm. ''...but no place for the silence...'' eerie, but too true. Great poem. Rgds, Ivan
Good write, Ben... an impressive 'musical' depiction of both insomnia and lonliness. Well done! Brian