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Bonus Poem: Hyperacusis

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Today I’m sharing a bonus poem that I just wrote this morning.

As always, this is best read in desktop and sometimes lansdcape on your browser of choice.

Hyperacusis 

5:40 a.m., I am wakened by the cat mewling
for food. Kept awake by the rat-a-tap-
tapping of the woodpecker in the neighbor’s 
maple, pushing sidewalk stones upwards
to trip the unsuspecting walkers. 
Then at 7:20, the borough workers cutting 
into asphalt, repairing a stormwater drain
at another neighbor’s house, third on right. 
I don’t wait for yet a third neighbor
with the loud Mustang muffler to ululate,
signal the beginning of warmer weather, 
as I put on my noise-canceling
headphones, drown in the dulcet tones
of house music, keep the percussive pulse.

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Bryan G. Robinson

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4 responses to “Bonus Poem: Hyperacusis”

  1. Deb Nance at Readerbuzz Avatar
    Deb Nance at Readerbuzz

    There’s something I like about this poem, a poem filled with sounds that jar, but also a poem that ends with the lulling lines “drown in the dulcet tones of house music, keep the percussive pulse.”

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    1. Bryan G. Robinson Avatar
      Bryan G. Robinson

      I like the alliteration too. And the d and p sounds playing off each other too. The sonnet is about the right number of lines for me too.

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