Little Stanzas

I think in stanzas of broken poetry

At night

While making tea

Or walking the beach,

Alone, footsteps

Covered in sand that

Looks like soot.

 

When I lie on my back

Watching the fan make rounds,

While I count

1

    2 

       3

seconds, rounds

when all I hear are his grunts.

 

I try and believe that the tears

Are happiness, leaking and

Crawling down my skin

Like cold, little spiders.

 

But they’re dark, legged things,

These tears, and I swear I’ve stared

At a hundred different

Ceilings with the same feeling.

 

 

Reviews

[kentuck14]

"I think in stanzas . . ." what a great line! I often think poetry as I wait to fall asleep at night. Hopefully I won't slip into the mode while doing something that's not so poetic. Some stanzas do take on the look of spiders . . . but It's when my stanzas look like snakes is when I'm going in for poetic rehab!! Interesting piece, Kelley.
Tom

[Kelley Quinn]

Thank you so much!

[SleeplessVolcano]

Those little thought become an avalanche.....well penned....jam-packed with raw emotion.

[Cobblestone Traveler]

Absolutely captivating. I can feel the dissonance and the disconnect. Giving the tears depth was a great touch. Great piece.

[duff]

Eyes staring off into the abyss. Thoughts taking off in different directions. The ceiling drawing us in. Nice job.

duff

[slfisher89]

I like the metaphor of broken stanzas for one's mind. Shows the speaker as despondent and confused. I like the look of the of the 1,2,3; gives a dream like quality. The line about the grunts is a nice twist. I interpret it as the speaker having sex with someone; she doesn't have a emotional connection (husband or boyfriend) Yet she tries to convince herself; its alright. That line changes the poem from general feelings to a specific situation. The last line makes me empathize with the speaker. Good job