Poem Of The Day: Midnight Construction

Poem Of The Day #55

Busy road constructions angry and loud;
jackhammers scream the midnight hour,
Heavy machinery are nonstop whirring, 
as if complaining, 
"How can you sleep when I'm working?"

Strained nerves can't calm down--
better get up and write something.
But I don't have anything to write about.
This topic is too dry, too pale;
that plot is equally dull. 
Nothing works at this nocturnal hour.
Too critical to be creative; 
too rambling to stay crispy clear. 
Just read a book, 
forget the whole thing.

14 thoughts on “Poem Of The Day: Midnight Construction

  1. Loved the poem and honestly it’s very relatable especially since there is always some kind of construction going on around me lol. Reading really does fix everything sometimes.

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    1. I feel the same way. It actually continued for three nights. And yesterday I drove past the place where I think they did their three-night-work, but I didn’t see any change made to the area. What did they do for three nights in a row from 10PM to 3AM? I don’t know. Probably some treasure buried long ago. LOL.

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    1. You remind me of a Seinfeld episode in which Elaine is kept up at night by a barking dog. So true. When I can’t sleep, I just lie there out of habit. I know I can listen to audible books but I don’t even want to do that.

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