There is an itch in my throat
Dry cough, ugh,ugh,ugh
Bubbles up my cheeks
I gulp it down with water
Trying not embarrass myself
In an open space office with cubicles
All around me, the office buzzes
of tapping of keys and busy fingers,
Snapping of headphones
I catch snippets of small & serious talk
This is nothing compared to
the summer construction outside-
Snarling buzzing of equipments
Clanging chinging of metal on metal
Whizzing of sand & dust & pollen
Screeching brakes of trucks
Beeping horns from impatient drivers
The city is a hive of buzzing energy
I sigh
At the end of the work day
After being enveloped in
The chug-chug-grating of train wheels
I step into the garden
Splattered with light and flowers
Chirp-chirp goes the birds
Zip-zoom for the bees
Ringing laugher of children from the park
Humming, tinkling from trees & leaves
My plants are greening & grinning
It is a good summer day
Posted for dVerse Poets Pub- MTB by host Bjorn Rudberg, where we are incorporating sounds in our poem, Onamatopoeia. Join us when the pub doors open at 3pm EST. Thank you for your comments and visits.
I can feel that sigh of relief from the garden in the last stanza, love the energy in the sound of the building (though it would be nightmare to have when trying to work. I hope that cough gets better...
ReplyDeleteOh this is absolutely beautiful, Grace! I especially love; "I step into the garden/Splattered with light and flowers/Chirp-chirp goes the birds/Zip-zoom for the bees." 💖💖
ReplyDeletesuch relief at the end there Grace - the contrast is profound and from now on I will always see "greening & grinning" plants
ReplyDeleteI enjoyed the sounds of the office, Grace, mainly because I haven’t had to spend time in one for years. Your poem brought back the ‘tapping of keys and busy fingers, snapping of headphones’ and ‘snippets of small & serious talk’. I wouldn’t like to hear the noise of construction, but I still enjoy the ‘chug-chug-grating of train wheels’ – although not as much as the sounds of the garden.
ReplyDeleteI can almost feel the whirling sund...nice stuff..
ReplyDeleteGrace, you're surrounded with so much activity! I don't know how you manage to survive without your head falling off! I love the ending of your poem. Whew!
ReplyDeleteGrace you do a good job of showing contrast between the spaces you exist within. I felt such relief when you got home.
ReplyDeleteI love this Grace. You contrasts and descriptions are wonderful.
ReplyDeleteI am glad you can come home to your little Shangri la.
Aw, such a wonderful ending. Well done to capture so many sounds, of so many types.
ReplyDeleteTo escape to your garden after a noisy day is paradise!
ReplyDeleteLast stanza is my favourite, it's so beautiful.
ReplyDeleteGrace, you've captured my life! I laughed out loud in the first stanza - been there! I'm in an office setting and while I have my own office these days, I still suffer from the need to squelch sounds like coughs (or stomach growls, ick!) in meeting rooms. And there's road noise on the commute and neighbors using the loudest leaf blowers available to the universe when I get home. But there's also that lovely lovely lovely time in the yard in the early morning when all is quiet except the birds.
ReplyDeleteNow, about the poem itself: love the feeling of the plants 'greening and grinning'. "splattered with light' and 'snippets of small and serious talk' are some of my favorite phrases. You really nailed this one!
Awesome!
"The city is a hive of buzzing energy"
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"Chirp-chirp goes the birds
Zip-zoom for the bees" Two different energies and reactions. You really helped me here a slice of your life.
hear. (sigh)
ReplyDeleteWow!!! So many sounds in there.
ReplyDeleteMuch♡love
Hi Grace, a lovely cacophony of sound and visual imagery.
ReplyDeleteAfter the clamor of the city, you make us feel what an oasis is your garden! Beautifully written, Grace.
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