I can sleep through almost anything, which is a useful talent to have because our apartment faces a major Jerusalem artery, noisy with traffic, as did our previous apartment. During the day, we are beset by vehicles blaring their horns, as well as the occasional car accident; at night, joyriders rev their engines and blast their radios, recklessly proclaiming their self-importance.
cars run orange lights testy pedestrians huff rumbling lulls to sleep
Go Dog Go Cafe’s Haibun Wednesday
- This week’s prompt is to write a haibun based upon the word ‘noise’.
- From Poetry.org:
- In How to Haiku, Bruce Ross writes, “If a haiku is an insight into a moment of experience, a haibun is the story or narrative of how one came to have that experience.”
Let’s write poetry together!
When it comes to partnership, some humans can make their lives alone – it’s possible. But creatively, it’s more like painting: you can’t just use the same colours in every painting. It’s just not an option. You can’t take the same photograph every time and live with art forms with no differences.–Ben Harper (b. 1969)
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28 thoughts on “Orange lights, or: Testy pedestrians”
Oh, I envy you your ability to sleep through such a racket.
💤 Marion 💤
[…] 7/20 entries on NOISEQuite the noisy stories this week…thank you for sharing!Ron. Lavalette – Front Porch / Wednesday’s ForeverLori Zybala (ecopoet) – AmphitheaterBilocalalia – Nose NoiseCarol Anne – Internal NoiseThe Bag Lady – HaibunDavid [ben Alexander] – Orange lights, or: Testy pedestrians […]
Oh gosh…falling asleep to the sound of humanity!
💝 Donna 💝
David, sounds like our apartment in historic district Savannah. Our parked car has been hit and our neighbor’s parked car smashed into a tree at 1 am when drunk driver flipped her car in front of the apartment building.
Oy vey, Robert!!
precious David and good you can sleep anywhere or you can .. 😂💖
🤎 Cindy 🤎
I could never sleep there! I think I’m too used to the sounds of crickets and wind; nighttime traffic bothers me when we travel. 😀 That’s a good skill you have, though– my husband can also sleep through anything. He’ll apparently take a nap during the lunch break at work (he is still adjusting to night shift) and will bounce back awake with just enough time to scarf down his lunch, much to the amusement of his coworkers. 😀
Nice! Good on him 👏🏻
I used to say, “I’m GREAT in bed! I can sleep anywhere!” But no more… now I have trouble sleeping at night.
What changed? Are you often exhausted, Leenda? 😓
I’m ALWAYS exhausted. I’ve always preferred sleeping by day but lupus, menopause, or the combo seems to have caused it to get much stronger. My alarm clock goes off while I’m starting deep sleep
Only frowny face because the world forces me to work by day despite no good reason for it!
Love it! A really good story and the haiku adds just a little more to the picture! I grew up with a train track not too far away – in flat country with no buildings the train horn carries a long way… Now all I here are the tree frogs!
💝 Muri 💝
That’s tough. But I suppose the ears begin to adjust.
💕 Terveen 💕
I get suspicious if it’s too quiet.
That is how I feel when I can’t hear my daughter 🤡
Nicely done, Brother. We get NO traffic noise here, since only a couple dozen vehicles go by all afternoon (mostly farm equipment, not at high speed, rattling down the dirt road). I’ve experienced what you’ve described here in previous lifetimes, but now I sit out on the porch and count my silent blessings. Salute!
💗 Ron 💗 ~ that sounds lovely
Simple and lovely.😍great writing, David💕
💘 thanks, Amber 💘