A Lone Streetlamp

the refrigerator hums
  clocks tick
a lone streetlamp
  sheds it circle of light

snow-muffled steps
  approach, retreat
inside, outside
  the hush of midnight's beat
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Awtry Avatar
January 12, 2022 at 7:06 PM
cozy? eerie? midnight... and all it's creepy questions. do i just go to sleep or is something waiting for me to turn out the light?
Hankins Avatar
January 12, 2022 at 8:38 AM
...and time passes on! Good stuff, gw.
Wolf Avatar
January 13, 2022 at 6:47 AM
Scary, how 'time passes on.' It seems to rush faster every year. Makes up for how slow it went when we were in elementary school...
Lawless Avatar
January 12, 2022 at 5:58 AM
IT'S JUST ANOTHER LATE AMAZON DELIVERY.....
Wolf Avatar
January 12, 2022 at 6:20 PM
Ha, ha! Well, it sure wasn't 'Door-dash!' lol.
Cunningham Avatar
January 12, 2022 at 3:14 AM
I've got this Victorian Street scene in my head. Tom
Wolf Avatar
January 12, 2022 at 6:19 PM
Positively Dickensian. Narrow, cobblestone lanes, and bone-chilling, damp cold air. Brrrrrr.
Kendrick Avatar
January 12, 2022 at 2:50 AM
I am not sure about the second stanza. I see someone coming in but then something happens outside that I am not so sure about. A policeman's area to walk a beat or ride a beat so no longer are they patrolling? Enjoyed reading this one because it left me with questions. Thanks for all the visits to my page. Sara
Wolf Avatar
January 12, 2022 at 6:18 PM
Questions -- for which I have no answer. ~ Silence
George Avatar
January 12, 2022 at 1:43 AM
During day we get tuned to all these faint sounds, though can be scary in the stillness of the night! But the street lamp stays as a beacon. A lovely light verse Gershon
Wolf Avatar
January 12, 2022 at 6:16 PM
That's it, Valsa! -- a 'beacon.' Couldn't think of the word yesterday. Thanks, gw
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