Is it the way that the sound
Lingers, providing its own
After glow? An echo of the
First rumble rumbles behind
Holding the sky while a flash
Flickers reminding me that
Thunder and lightning are a
Team, in an event like a relay,
Together they are the threat,
A storm brewing has brewed,
Filled the atmosphere with its
Effects. There is noise. There
Are raindrops dropping and
Dripping. There are visuals as
Light reinforces the promise
Of discomfort thunder made.
Category Archives: Noise
Symphony
The cavitron is singing to
Me, a lullaby of pain and
Longing. Feelings dulled
I hear reverb and clangs
Scrapes loud as cymbals
Give the big finish I hope
For. But no, not done yet
Tip taps like fork to glass
I am numb to all that now
Under construction
The corner is throbbing with
Noise. All of it to do with the
Busy hum of construction. At
One end a too tall for humans
Building is rising. On another,
It's repair and restoration. All
Loud. Some deafening. Drills.
A backup beep. A large drum
Mixing concrete. An engine or
A whine. Ignore it if you can.
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