All Comments on 'Night Noise'

...is the sanity found. The last line made me quietly smile. An open musing here, but I gotta ask: What's with the recent flurry of "cicadas" I hear in so many poems of late? Is it simply a cycle, like the colors everywhere?

At this rate, it's an image I'm going to have to scratrch off my list.

This is a good read, TT!

I have bullfrogs in my backyard that do the same thing, but I wish for early monsoons ;)

What a maddening image- her incessant whine for attention. Jesus, Honey, it's 5:00 in the morning!

Fun poem, TT2U!

Biologist alert: you must mean crickets-- cicadas are afternoon/evening singers, and they don't use their legs!

nice imagery and emotion / enjoyable reading

"to chill my emotion

and still the voices"

That's the only line I didn't understand, where the entire poem was focused on noises made. I read it twice, maybe I need a third read, sorry.

I loved the subtle words you use, like 'rubbing legs'.

Still a great read, thanks. ;-)