An empty house is full
of noises filling silent spaces
the breathing of appliances
the ticking of competing clocks
the sounds outside seeping in,
murmuring just below thought
as you drift to sleep.
A sharp noise wakes you with a start.
Heart pounding you listen to the silent rooms,
cataloguing sounds in search of one
that doesn’t belong, wondering
what dragged you from deep slumber.
Was it dream or real, and which
Should you be more worried about?
for the dverse Poetics prompt of 10/22/19, based on lines from Neruda
Xanku 
I like the ultimate question you have posed here – having filled the silent rooms with noises – there is the bell that wakes us from dreams – what is it indeed?
Thank you for joining in especially apt it seems to have Neruda’s questioning as prompt
Thanks– I did some major tweaks, most notably the first line (from “silent house” to “empty house”). Revisit if you can!
revisiting – a good change – but I still especially like
“the breathing of appliances
the ticking of competing clocks”
Ahhh, I like that last question.
Oh I’ve been there, woken and searching for the ‘sound’ love the idea of ‘breathing of appliances’ too x
haha- I wrote this just before bedtime and scared myself.
That sudden awakening is indeed like a bell. (K)
That bell, which shore does it ring from? Well done.
So true! And very evocative Your tweak is perfect.