bellyflopped

random thought bubbles under water

we all have compartments.

it's what we keep in them
that determines
who we are.

chlorine
stings my eyes
memories
sear my heart ,
stuck between
past and present,
bellyflopped
directly
into my
dread.

if I could tell you
then it wouldn't
be mine
anymore.

Author's Note

Reviews

[Lydia Shutter]

Some compartments are far too private to open up....even in a poem. I really like the way you have been writing the poems in three stanzas and switching font styles and margins. Very impressive....unique. Lydi**

[Lyn Anderson]

Thank you. I think I have found my voice and my style here.

[gutlesswonder]

Definitely one of the most interactive pieces I've read in a long time. The spaces on the page really made the words that much more precious to read. Really felt a great sense of the space of the poem, the sort of quiet reveal going on within it. Great air of mystery as well.

[Lyn Anderson]

Thank you, once again. I appreciate it.

[Neville]

Delightfully composed & with a lot more depth than might first meet the eye. I particularly like this increasingly familiar and truly engaging approach to literature you have crafted...N

[Lyn Anderson]

Thank you. It is the way I always wrote - in thought groups with connected themes, and I would disconnect them when I edited them. After awhile I started putting them together and funny enough, they worked together as they were originally written. ;)

[MsJewel]

Welcome back. I've missed your clever and creative little gems!

:) Julie

[Lyn Anderson]

Thank you. I have been in and out. Life is more pressing at the moment.

[Fran Marie]

Think we all have those bellyflops events happening in our life..but we can surface once again and hold our head above the troubled waters..nice to see you back at WC

[Lyn Anderson]

Thank you. I am in and out. Just busy is all, and I did my best to avoid the drama of the last month or so.

[....................]

I like the way you compartmentalize this piece and hold on to what you keep inside of the compartments whose gates you closely guard. This piece is balanced both poetically and physically. Great write!

[Lyn Anderson]

Well thank you very much for the visit and the review.

[Bright Ocean Star]

It is our abilty to compartmentalize that allows us to cope. We have a caution drawer, and a not serious drawer, and a put me away for another time drawer, and a drawer that has a bunch of bells and whistles attahed to it. Open at your own risk. I like this concept for a poem. It defines who we are and who we want to be. Some of us can't share the past, because it is too painful or they are simply not ready to weight anyone down with the consequences of that information. Very nice, KLG...:)

[Lyn Anderson]

Thank you, I appreciate the thorough analysis.:)

[NoelHC]

I am aware of these compartments, and related to that part of this poem the most. Sometimes what is stored in them can be too hurtful to others, and they must be stored away. Well done KL.

[Lyn Anderson]

Yes, thank you. I appreciate it.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

like them all but especially that last one..."if i could tell you then it wouldn't be mine anymore"

sometime the pain just has to be ours...we own it...and can't share it.

[Lyn Anderson]

Thank you, I really appreciate it.

[Coyote Poetry]

I agree.
"chlorine
stings my eyes
memories
sear my heart ,
stuck between
past and present,
bellyflopped
directly
into my
dread."
All of us have learn hard lessons. If we are lucky. We survived and got wiser. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote

[Lyn Anderson]

Thank you for reading and reviewing.

[Coyote Poetry]

You are welcome dear friend. Almost caught up on the read requests. On vacation and babysitting.