Ponderings

sorenbarrett

What's that noise? I heard a creak, a rattle, or was it a squeak? 
That rumble or mumble came out of silence, a sound most unique
In my ear a sound so queer, an echoing word, meek and oblique
It appears to speak, in a whispering shriek, .....FREAK

 

From pipes murmuring gripes, do you hear the water seep?
My mind urges me take a peak... is there a leak or do I hear dew drops weep?
A distant roar just like a snore, but what's that beep?
Maybe a bird, I swore I heard someone say the word ....CREEP

 

Was that a tap or a rap, is someone at the door?
Could it be a knock or someone's talk, coming from under the floor?
The sound of feet, a murmuring beat, each moment closer more
Heard a snap, I'm sure it's a trap.  Was that another word I'd better ignore?

 

A silent rustle, a mouse tussle, rumble of a distant train
Yet a word so clear can't you hear its murmuring refrain?
I know you hear it, this distant spirit, echoing in my brain
Each drip to the drain, again and again, clearly sings ...INSANE?

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  • Teddy.15

    LOL well maybe you are normal after all if you are insane! What a fun and visual write, i felt as if the three bears were going to burst through the cabin door in the Forrest lol ๐Ÿคฃ brilliant, way to keep the reader on their toes, with smell and emotion and the scene so beautifully created. ๐ŸŒน

    • sorenbarrett

      Thanks so much Teddy just thought I'd try something else today. Appreciate the read and comment my friend

    • arqios

      Who gets to say weโ€™re insane is quite a debatable issue ๐Ÿ™๐Ÿป๐Ÿ•Š๏ธ

      • sorenbarrett

        So true my friend. Having worked for many years with such people and having declared some insane myself I have questioned this. Today, unless dangerous to self or others, I feel that there should not be such a category. Let's just call them different than most. Appreciate the read and comment.

        • arqios

          I would agree with that point of view without hesitation ๐Ÿ™๐Ÿป๐Ÿ•Š๏ธ

        • MDStone

          Oh yes indeed, I heard it. Well done yet again, Soren. We learn to ignore the things that go โ€œbumpโ€ in the night, but those whispers are hard to ignore. Thank for sharing.

          • sorenbarrett

            Thanks for the read MD your comments are most appreciated

          • David Wakeling

            This is some amazing word play. Some enigmatic sounds to ponder.Great read

            • sorenbarrett

              Thanks David for the read and comment as always they are most appreciated

            • Salvia.S

              Soundscape of the mind!

              • sorenbarrett

                Thank you Salvia I appreciate your understanding and interpretation of this piece

              • Tony36

                Excellent write

                • sorenbarrett

                  Thank you Tony for the review and kind word

                  • Tony36

                    You're welcome

                  • Friendship

                    Ponderings is a profound exploration of the transformative power of sound, awakening a sense of wonder and curiosity within us. Your subject matter beautifully delves into the human experience of perceiving noises in oneโ€™s environment, interpreting them as potential threats or mysteries that inspire growth. The poem masterfully captures a blend of anxiety and intrigue, as the speaker reflects on the various sounds that surround them and the thoughts they inspire, leading to a deeper understanding of ourselves. Your poem expresses the complex yet beautiful relationship humans have with their environment and how sounds can trigger a mix of emotions, from fear to fascination, ultimately enriching our lives. In what I wrote, I wish it were true to feel it!

                    • sorenbarrett

                      Thank you so much for the read and kind words that you gave. Sounds like all the stimulus around us can be interpreted in many ways. When it is interpreted as a threat we become hypersensitive and often misinterpret other stimuli as well usually as confirmation to what we think. The snowball grows and each new piece becomes further confirmation. Your words are always most appreciated

                    • orchidee

                      Good write SB. It's KP squeaking and creeping about! lol.

                      • sorenbarrett

                        Thanks Orchi appreciate the read and kind words

                      • Tony Grannell

                        What caught my attention was 'A silent Rustle,' a conflict, as in imagining sounds, a cacophony of presumed sounds and the madness therein, an aural paranoia , 'echoing in my brain'. Frightening to say the least and very well captured in this exceedingly interesting and well written poem. Excellent!

                        All the best,
                        Tony.

                        • sorenbarrett

                          Thanks so much. Glad you caught that detail. Appreciate your read and comments they are always valued

                        • Lorenz

                          Squeaking thinking machine .Reminiscent of pink floyds themes .

                          • sorenbarrett

                            Thanks Lorenz love Pink Floyd. Appreciate the read and kind words.

                          • Thomas W Case

                            Superb.

                            • sorenbarrett

                              Thanks so much Thomas appreciate the read and word of encouragement

                            • Goldfinch60

                              Insanity seems to rulke the world nowadays soren.

                              Andy

                              • sorenbarrett

                                Indeed it does Andy thanks so much for the read and comment it is always appreciated



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