A Quiet House

On a nice, quiet street

 in a nice, quiet neighborhood,

there is a house.

A 7-11 Gas Station waits patiently for costumers down the street,

not caring who or what comes;

 just desiring something or someone to come.

 

Crisp, mellow trees strictly line the neighborhood,

 as if standing attention to the maker of the universe.

Mountains engulf the town as a bear engulfs sweet, tangy honey.

The dancing laughter of children,

the chuckling bells of bikes scuttle pass,

as if they are asking the house

to come and play.

 

Little knick-knacks,

rackets,

 tacks

remain untouched in the garage,

never moving from their places;

effortlessly defending their niches among the shelves.

Its halls are lit with shimmering, never-ending smiles.

A cat lounges on the black and white couch, owning the world.

She pounces up from her resting place zigzagging,

leaving traces of her escape in the coffee stained carpet.

 

The T.V. sits centered perfectly in the outskirts of the dining room.

A booming voice shakes the quiet house as it speaks.

Like a little Christmas tree,

the T.V. is completely ignored.

The low buzz of the oven,

the high clicks of the microwave

permeate the dining room.

 

Dinner at this quiet house-

on a quiet street-

 not so quiet.

The voices of seven become twenty.

Like roaring thunder,

it rolls on-

and on-

and on-,

until its company rolls away.

 

Greeted by the aura of midnight,

 it rests still and quiet

under the mountainous

 piles of wispy stars.

 

 

Reviews

[Aswin R Prasad]

It keeps the reader continue reading and it flows very well..
Loved how you framed the end and the beginning, how the house was at first quiet and peaceful and atlast was the same ! :)

Good write! :) Looking forward to read more of your works! :)

[e.renoldi]

Thanks for the review Aswin, it's very encouraging. I really appreciate your comments :)