street sounds

Frank Prem

 

shhh

shhha-shhha-shhherr

 

shhha-shhha-shhherr shhha-shhha-shhherr

shhha-shhha-shhherr

 

the wave sound

of a car

raising the tide

of the road

as it boats past outside

upon the street

 

shhha-shhha-shhherr

 

the sound moves

rocking both ways

up and down

lap and splash

 

like living in a grain

of the sand

spread on a beach

 

shhha-shhha-shhherr

 

shhha-shhha-shhherr shhha-shhha-shhherr

shhha-shhha-shhherr

 

and

 

sh-sh-sh

 

barely implied

a long way down the road

but I

magnify

what I hear

 

sh-sh-sh

 

then

suddenly

it goes completely quiet

 

and the only street sound

that is left

is the tinkle

of a twinkling of stars

fallen into water

 

~

  • Author: Frank Prem (Offline Offline)
  • Published: October 1st, 2017 17:40
  • Category: Reflection
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Comments1

  • Michael Edwards

    I actually really enjoyed this although I'm still not sure what to make of it - perhaps it's the originality that appeals.

    • Frank Prem

      Glad you enjoyed it, regardless. Just the sound of my street communicating itself to me.



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