A Poem by Sage Gabrielle

i'm trying to sleep but the neighbors like to mock me.

The lights claw my ceiling
as the car fades away -- its engine causing a fuss.
Its rusty nuts and bolts rattle in my ears
and I can’t help but to curl myself in a ball.
I try to sleep,
but the lights still scratch my walls,
so I’ll watch them fade
like our conversations.

© 2013 Sage Gabrielle

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Love last two lines; genius metaphor. I got this because there's a house that sits directly from a road I travel in my neighborhood. My headlights hit directly on a bedroom window, but they have blocked out the glass.

Posted 10 Years Ago

Lights clawing and lights scratching, very original pairing of these words. Well done.
Your experiences concerning neighbors are not dissimilar to my own.
"I wish that I lived beside - neighbors made of butterflies." Sage, you have my empathy in extremis.

Posted 10 Years Ago

I used to live in a basement apartment on a dead end street. People would often come down it, and make a U turn...reflecting their headlights across my ceiling. Hmm, I've never thought about that since then...

"I try to sleep,
but the lights still scratch my walls..."

Nicely done, Sage!

My best,

Posted 10 Years Ago

The part about the car being rusty is really vivid. You create a nice image there, but also infuse the sound of the car, and the response that you have to those things. That last line in the poem made me think that this poem may be about a lover or a lost loved one who died in a car accident. I think that line carries the loss and has that tone of longing. Also, the thought of watching conversations fade is an interesting one. That detail makes me think that our speaker has replayed the images from their last time together. Well done here, Sage.

Posted 10 Years Ago

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4 Reviews
Added on July 13, 2013
Last Updated on July 13, 2013
Tags: lights, conversations, car, sleep


Sage Gabrielle
Sage Gabrielle

Freeport, NY

Hi there. Sage here. I'm 18 and soon I'll be living in the Queens area for college as a music education major in the fall. I spend most of my nights burning candles and trying to figure everything.. more..


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