Deep in grime, those fat jacks
kill each tile, sidewalk crimes
they’ll be back, spike my bile
Kill the quiet, push turnstile
grease the squeals, afternoon riot
ill earthquake, broken seals
Lay the cable, drag it back
a harsh beep, unstable
Grim with din, watch me crack.
Two days stint, lost bearings
cracked sidewalk, smile caved in
boosted noise, can’t keep track.
Tonight’s d’Verse-Meet the Bar is hosted by Björn who challenged us to try and write verse in anapestic tetrameter
Yard Sale of Thoughts 
❤️❤️❤️
LikeLike
Great rhythm! The sound of construction work drives me crazy.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thank you very much. Yes, it’s day two here with fiber cables going in on our street. They informed us there’s about half a day more.
LikeLiked by 1 person
So sorry! Hopefully the fiber cables will make it worthwhile.
LikeLiked by 1 person
love the rhythm of this, the rhyme, so much happening –
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thank you. I wanted the alternating rhyme to create a cacophony. Tried my best to be anapestic, not sure how well that came across. This poem was unfortunately my day.
LikeLike
oh dear; as the song says, ‘things can only get better’; ahh the music of cacophony: you don’t often hear done well; you have made it happen 🙂
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thank you. Those workers made it happen, I just tried to capture a taste of it. 🙂
LikeLike
Great take on the prompt K — well done…
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thanks, Rob. It’s all very real and tragic noise.
LikeLike
Can definitely feel the din of the noise and the cracking of sanity in the persona’s terse, punctuated words. So wonderfully crafted.
LikeLiked by 1 person
What an interesting poem, and picture! Your did a great job!
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thank you, Dwight. Really appreciate it.
LikeLike
I know the feeling here! Every time I go outside to enjoy some relaxing time in nature there’s some kind of mechanical racket to spoil the peace. Today it’s a lawnmower. Has no-one ever heard of a wild garden?
LikeLiked by 1 person
Ah, or those beloved mechanical mowers. Maybe we just need to venture further to find peace?
LikeLike
You captured that construction cacophony so well in this poem! It’s reminded me why I live in a quiet village deep in the countryside. Great rhythm and use of onomatopoeia!
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thank you, Kim’. I experimented with the rhyme which may have affected it’s a anapestic cadence, but it was good fun to capture the madness here.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Oh all those hard sounds of those c’s and k’s emulated a jackhammer. I hope there is peace for you soon. 🙂
LikeLike
I love the image you chose to go with your poem. You capture the chaos of the worksite so well here.
LikeLiked by 1 person
A great bit of urban hopscotch!
LikeLiked by 2 people
Thank you, lovely description. 🙂
LikeLiked by 1 person
You managed to bring all of the hassle and frustration with what is usually Spring/Summer construction projects come alive … truly alive, I can hear it in my head. LOL Nice write.
LikeLiked by 2 people
Thank you so much, Helen. Finally finished here, either that or decided it was too nice a day to not go play hooky. I appreciate your comments greatly.
LikeLiked by 1 person
I love how you grouped the lines into tercet… I almost imagine this to be written with nested rhymes (terza rima) as well… the sound of the jackhammer came through.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thank you for hosting, Björn. It was a great challenge for me to write in this meter, and one I think I will repeat again.
LikeLike