4 a.m. sunday morning
Written for SingPoWriMo 2016, no eyeballs as you have guessed. The eyeballs are on the pavements somewhere...
photo by harutmovsisyan at pixabay
4 a.m. sunday morning
sometimes nights are like that
awash with shadows
the rain calling your name
the night grumbles and growls
nine floors below
blue red strobe lights, doors slam
the rain is falling, scattering
like silver needles
in the glow of streetlights
voices, muffled by the wind
a woman's plead
shrill, and angry words
take the brawl somewhere nabeh!
or maybe the rain is already
washing the blood
off the cold asphalt.
20/04/2016
**********
I was up at 5 a.m. this morning for a bike ride, and no, the morning wasn't like that. :)
And if the sky weeps in muffled sobs: Traffic, Walking in the Wind
© cheong lee san ( dsnake1 ) 2018
4 a.m. sunday morning
sometimes nights are like that
awash with shadows
the rain calling your name
the night grumbles and growls
nine floors below
blue red strobe lights, doors slam
the rain is falling, scattering
like silver needles
in the glow of streetlights
voices, muffled by the wind
a woman's plead
shrill, and angry words
take the brawl somewhere nabeh!
or maybe the rain is already
washing the blood
off the cold asphalt.
20/04/2016
**********
I was up at 5 a.m. this morning for a bike ride, and no, the morning wasn't like that. :)
And if the sky weeps in muffled sobs: Traffic, Walking in the Wind
© cheong lee san ( dsnake1 ) 2018
posted by dsnake1 at 9:56 PM
19 Comments:
You painted the scene so vividly I could see it. Glad your real morning was peaceful!
I'm so happy to live in a neighborhood where the night is very silent... what terror to find the shadows being disturbed by domestic violence.
Such a solemn thought resulting from a nightly gloom, it seems. The lights and the rain feel tangible in your words and the blood creating that mysterious presence of the unknown - we encounter such voices and disturbances in the night, never to know what eventually becomes of them.
-HA
You have really set quite an evocative scene - almost a short story - leaves the reader to fill in the details.
I find myself, thinking of a mid-summer weekend morning, as the local bars have closed for the night. Drunken swearing patrons swaying for the approaching cabs to come. How I wish it was dream.
The visual imagery in this is wonderful!
Good grief! I was smiling at you beginning on the "cover photos" of Poets United....and then you hit us, with another more profound reality of the colors and glamour ( as you are gifted, to do) to the sensitivity of things that we need to see.
Always enjoy your writing, as it gives me pleasure to think. And, you allow me to respond.
ZQ
Love the dark and light side of 4 am here... the poem is realistic and makes one ponder what is truly out there.
PS: Thank you for the beautiful pictures in the pantry! 💜
Wow! Yes! Those needles in the lights, the voices and mystery.
This builds to a wonderful conclusion - 4 am can weigh heavy in the heart
Sherry,
Most mornings aren't usually like that, they are always quite peaceful. sometimes some drunks or wannabe boxers would woke you up like that, but it's pretty rare.
Bjorn,
in apartment blocks, sound travels rather loudly...
Anmol,
no, normally we never know what eventually becomes of them. there are better things to do like catching back on the sleep. :)
Mary,
ah yes, filling in the details... :)
Therisa,
sometimes, urban living can be pretty ugly..
Sherri,
thank you! :)
ZQ,
zap, back to the realities of life in the cities, the dark grey of the asphalt, the painted lines of parking lots, the ads that glow at night...
I love your words, so alive they took me there.
(I wish I had written it...)
Anna :o]
Sanaa,
thanks! my pleasure in sharing those photos. :)
Susan,
thank you! :)
Jae,
yes, it can. makes me wonder why people are doing such crazy things early in the morning (not that i am an angel myself).
Anna,
thank you! :)
You took me there with your words so vividly spoken. So glad your morning was not like that.
Wonderful creation of atmosphere.
Carrie,
yes, it was a lovely morning. i don't usually wake up so early, but there was a cycling event that day.. :)
Rosemary,
thank you! :)
There's a beautiful build-up until that last line. So strong and so beautiful. Thanks.
Thank you, Cuban! :)
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