Life Between The Moments

There’s a tip tap of water,

like fingernails rapping

against the inside of the sink,

clawing and chattering

as the boiler hisses long and slow

to the radiators reluctant,

waking, their yawns ratteling

as lorries rumble past

and the house shudders off dust

of old bricks loosening over time

until it feels like all that left holding

are the cobwebs strung along the ceiling

from timber to timber,

curved like this house’s sagging belly

while I sit alone

with my face raised and blank,

waiting for something to happen.

I wanted to write something new for DVersePoets’ Open Link night but I wasn’t sure what to go with so I took inspiration from today’s Daily Post Prompt: ‘Yawn – What bores you?’

I wasn’t entirely sure what bores me, so instead I decided to write about those moment where boredom sort of creeps up on you and you notice all those little things that slip by on the normal days.

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31 Comments

  1. Carol, you have crystalized the feeling of those kinds of days when nothing special seems to be going on, but when you look around in your environment there are sights and sounds all around!

  2. And to think, I am rarely bored. I love this poem of everyday sounds, the alliteration, the noticing that creeps up on one,

    of old bricks loosening over time
    until it feels like all that left holding
    are the cobwebs strung along the ceiling…
    Excellent! I used to hear those same sounds in the house where I was raised. so much in this one poem, one of your best, I think.

    1. Thank you. I was a little stuck for what to write and the daily prompt helped bump start that. Having my own home has meant I’ve had more of those moments where I’m on my own in it so it was nice to actually use that in a piece of writing.

    1. I’m glad you weren’t bored and it’s interesting to read your interpretation, especially as my own little, sagging house is in the centre of a town. Not quite Hansel and Gretel’s forest but perhaps a forest in its own way.

  3. So many lines I really really like here!

    “the house shudders off dust
    of old bricks loosening over time”

    and

    “…cobwebs strung along the ceiling
    from timber to timber,
    curved like this house’s sagging belly”

    You’ve captured so well, the idea of someone sitting, waiting for something, watching and suddenly noticing that which they’ve not seen before….and the description here is priceless…this old house aging, just like its occupant. And perhaps the house has not seen or noticed her again before….imagine what the house would see, if things were so quiet, that it too would begin to look more closely at her! 🙂

    Really really love this piece!

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