Gershon Wolf Poet Free verse

Silent Night

Everyone is fast asleep; the house is still...
  The clock ticks relentlessly, deafeningly loud
The dishwasher gurgles, gurgles, and gurgles and
  There's the buzz of a fluorescent light, of a thousand bees

The heat goes on; it scratches its ways through the vents
  A radio's on somewhere, the news forever stuck in spin cycle
 OMG!  WHAT was THAT?  Oh, it was only the phone rang...
                                 It frightened me so.

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P.S. Awtry January 7, 2019 at 8:17 AM It is odd how noisy "still" can be. And then the strangeness of the phone ringing breaking the "silence." You've got me noticing all the little ticks and hums that is the white noise of my life... Gershon Wolf January 7, 2019 at 9:41 AM ...Kind of like the crickets and the frogs out in the country, you know, only a lot more irritating... :) gw

Line Gauthier January 7, 2019 at 8:06 AM LOL what a frightening tale you spin, Gershon. Gershon Wolf January 7, 2019 at 9:42 AM You can stop trembling now, Line. LOL. :) gw

Caren Krutsinger January 6, 2019 at 10:29 PM A phone ringing in the evening frightens everyone so, until they see it is a telemarketer, and then they laugh. Right? I thought my dog-ears were the only ones that pick up the annoying buzzing of the flourescent lights - a noise I detest! Gershon Wolf January 7, 2019 at 9:43 AM That noise can drive a person crazy, can't it?! Thanks for the feedback, Caren! :) gw