Sleep sound

I was woken from my sleep again by shouting from next door.
“Wake up!” she yelled. “Get up!” she screamed. “You’re no good any more.”

The last people I lived next to were kindly, gentle folk.
The most I really overheard was Sunday evening’s poke.

I lived above an old man once whose legs were amputated.
His daughter stayed there, smoked a lot, he sleep-talked while sedated.

Considering in abstract all the ways we intersect,
The bits of life we hear and share, the private sound’s effect –

I wonder if in quiet times they can hear me through the wall,
And if I seem a happy chap, or make no sound at all.

(c) me

25 responses to “Sleep sound

  1. Three words for you….print, bind and publish

  2. Good – another one to add to the collection.
    Love the words – eat your heart out J Betjamen.
    x

  3. Very nice – Reminds me a little of ‘Bagpipe Music’ by Louis Macniece. Check it, I think you’ll like it x

  4. live, dynamic, and smart piece…
    well done.

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    follow the ping back link and place your poem in,
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  6. have your entry linked in, have fun visiting….
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  7. Took me back to apartment-living days. Well thought-out and constructed, Jack.

  8. Awesome. Loved it. Never read a poem like that before and now that makes me want to go in a whole different direction!!

  9. brilliant poem there 🙂
    the depth of the words.. beautiful

    M here from Jingle’s Rally

  10. Brilliant Jack–wonderful poem, superb rhythm and excellent subject matter. Wow. x

  11. Very interesting 🙂 unique.

  12. I loved this poem, my favorite so far, I adore story-like poetry, and well-written rhymes make me happy :)))

    -Luke

  13. It’s sad to know that there are daughters and sons who treat their parents like pigs and slaves.
    I love how you picture out the scene. 🙂

  14. I LOVE ponderings like this! The things other people don’t think about.

  15. love your blog, your poetry is impressive!
    Make a contribution to us today, the collection is to be closed within 24 hours.
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