Five-thirty AM.
Hustle 'n bustle
b e g i n s....
........footfalls
running u p
and d o w n
the stairway
......stomping
.......catching
..........fidgety
elevator........
...........voices
...r o a r i n g
s h o u t i n g
...c u r s i n g
.....f a l l i n g
......wavering
....an endless
........series of
..........sounds
..........scaring
......escalating
scaring even
more.......then
slowing down
hushing..........
fading.............
....filling hours
....til footsteps
...............start
........returning.
Night comes,
greeted, with
Tchaikovsky's
c o n c e r t o ,
bright lamps,
muted sounds
.......of spoons
forks....knives
against plates
...tingling dies
giving way to
tea cups, wine
...........glasses.
........and when
dinner's done.
:::::::::::::::::::::::
when all are in,
when all have
settled down.
::::::::::::::::::::::::
n o i s e s........
....are no more,
~~~~~~~~~~
swallowed, by
the spreading
........Dark.......
:::::::::::::::::::::::
Late nights.....
.....p e a c e.....
a soft silence
wall lamps are
mellow-lighted,
...some voices
loud.....others
vaguely heard,
some....fading
into..the..night.
:::::::::::::::::::::::
:::::::::::::::::::::::
Shortly...........
the rush shall
re commence.
Those heavy,
loud footfalls
will a g a i n
.......t e r r i f y
the old ones,
with t h e i r
......fear of.....
:t h u n d e r:
Up.......down,
down.......up,
........nonstop
shaking........
floors...........
........ceilings
down..........
..........below.
::::::::::::::::::::::
::::::::::::::::::::::
The HALLWAY
....is a straight
Path, a world,
With its own
Moments.....of
b l u e..s k i e s
.l i g h t n i n g.
..........and........
...r o a r i n g...
:t h u n d e r s:
::::::::::::::::::::::::
Sally
Copyright 2014
Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan
Dec 27, 2014
Dec 27, 2014 at 8:17 AM UTC
Five-thirty AM.
Hustle 'n bustle
b e g i n s....
........footfalls
running u p
and d o w n
the stairway
......stomping
.......catching
..........fidgety
elevator........
...........voices
...r o a r i n g
s h o u t i n g
...c u r s i n g
.....f a l l i n g
......wavering
....an endless
........series of
..........sounds
..........scaring
......escalating
scaring even
more.......then
slowing down
hushing..........
fading.............
....filling hours
....til footsteps
...............start
........returning.
Night comes,
greeted, with
Tchaikovsky's
c o n c e r t o ,
bright lamps,
muted sounds
.......of spoons
forks....knives
against plates
...tingling dies
giving way to
tea cups, wine
...........glasses.
........and when
dinner's done.
:::::::::::::::::::::::
when all are in,
when all have
settled down.
::::::::::::::::::::::::
n o i s e s........
....are no more,
~~~~~~~~~~
swallowed, by
the spreading
........Dark.......
:::::::::::::::::::::::
Late nights.....
.....p e a c e.....
a soft silence
wall lamps are
mellow-lighted,
...some voices
loud.....others
vaguely heard,
some....fading
into..the..night.
:::::::::::::::::::::::
:::::::::::::::::::::::
Shortly...........
the rush shall
re commence.
Those heavy,
loud footfalls
will a g a i n
.......t e r r i f y
the old ones,
with t h e i r
......fear of.....
:t h u n d e r:
Up.......down,
down.......up,
........nonstop
shaking........
floors...........
........ceilings
down..........
..........below.
::::::::::::::::::::::
::::::::::::::::::::::
The HALLWAY
....is a straight
Path, a world,
With its own
Moments.....of
b l u e..s k i e s
.l i g h t n i n g.
..........and........
...r o a r i n g...
:t h u n d e r s:
::::::::::::::::::::::::
Sally
Copyright 2014
Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan
...we all have our own hallways,,deep within.
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