Grey Waves

Grey Waves

A Poem by K Scott Smith

in my city in september in the early morning
my wife lay on her side
still, and still
on the other side of the day

i used to see love
in the way her legs curled under her
her mouth slightly open
and a few wayward strands of hair

(with thier own eco-structures, seemingly;

i used to trace her body fingertip to tip,

in varying wonder of the various perfections,

her wrinkles,

her pimples,

her curves)
allowed to linger over her face

(this wasn't permitted, usually,

when awake;

her sighing arms and fingers an ever

churning slipstream of brushing away and tying ups)

i used to see love (yes, love)
our window was open only a few inches
and in the morning came, in grey waves

© 2014 K Scott Smith


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i liked the climax..................

Posted 10 Years Ago


this fantasy read takes a reader to another place and it is a wonderful journey! It makes the reader feel transcended

Posted 10 Years Ago


Strong images and emotions flow gently through this piece like an autumn breeze chases away the warmth of summer. Its a gentle poem of change.

Posted 10 Years Ago


Wow this packs a punch. It is raw and full of emotion. Great job

Posted 10 Years Ago


I love this. It's honest, pure, true love.
Past tense makes it sad and intrigues questions.
Great piece.

Posted 10 Years Ago


Love this piece. Keep writing.

Posted 10 Years Ago


writing from your heart and deepest soul is never useless. I loved this so much. great write

Posted 10 Years Ago


you have captured the essence of women with this poem.... that we are creatures of habit and VANITY.. But to me one thing was painfully evident .. That you loved her intensely and completely and that you use the past tense though out. The love is very tangible in this poem. I could see it and taste it. :-) ..

Posted 10 Years Ago


I am very impressed. It is deep and I liked it a lot, Thank you for sharing

Posted 10 Years Ago


Thank you for sharing and inviting me to read. Interesting. Of course I don't understand a word of it. Am I supposed to? Would you forgive me if I did? I wouldn't. I would take it as an infidelity. But that's just me.
Confidentially, just you and me talking here, there are times in the night I reach out and touch my wife. Time was I touched her intimately, you know what I mean. Now, I make sure there is a regular pulse, that the breathing is as it should be. Terrible to confess, now I check to make sure she is alive. Once I touched her to make sure I was alive.

Posted 10 Years Ago



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Added on September 2, 2014
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K Scott Smith
K Scott Smith

Birmingham, AL



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K. Scott Smith is a writer from Birmingham AL. He writes poetry as well as Historical Fiction. He is a lover a Rimbaud, Bukowski, Blake, Neruda, Nietzche, and Mckinley Cooper(to name a few). Most rece.. more..

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