Drumming Beat of the Third Line
The drumming beat of the third line
what the silence must mean
if hours before I was to blame.
Did you remember to make the appointment for the cat?
No, more silence.
Silence that slumbers into deep pillows
drowning out the day
the inconsistent ticking
the kitchen clock
what silence must mean to a person
with closed eyelids
who does not sleep.
One reply on “Drumming Beat of the Third Line”
I love the realistic feeling that comes from this poem.
Your writing style…it’s really relatable.
Insomnia described in such fine detail. I don’t know if that’s what you wrote it based upon, but I like it. It’s open to interpretation. That’s something my own writing will never quite have. I hint too much.
I love realism. Following for more. 🙂