Ocean Ripple

I watched you paint your nails, a pretty color blue...

I watch you paint your nails

A pretty color blue

Taking your time with every brush

Like an art piece of an ocean view

Starting with your ring finger

It must be superstition

Your eyes turn glassy, you finish up

Another consequence of repetition

You start to eye your fingers weird

And c**k your head a little

I watch you burst out into tears

You’ve happened to noticed a ripple

A ripple blue as the ocean’s tide

I assure you it's okay

‘You can just redo your ring finger

There’s no need to cry today’

Your tears turn into steady streams

I’d never seen this before

Before I know it we’re waist high in water

Trying to head to shore

Still crying you turn and say to me

‘Look at this mess i've created,

We need to figure out,

How the curse can be terminated’

Floating down the aisle way

The blue ‘polish-be-gone’

I reach for the bottle of poisonous blue

I give it to you, and you splash it on

The midnight tide subsides in a flash

We both fall to the floor

I look at you and through laughter I hear,

‘I don’t like polish anymore’

I look at your ocean nails

Faded and chipped away

I’ve wanted to see the beach for a while

But I never thought I would today

Author's Note

Kind of just happened

Reviews

[Chrys Marie]

I love how all your poems have a pensive feel to them even if you're just writing about the most mundane of things, like putting on nail polish. You take ordinary, everyday things and put an unearthly quality to them when you write a poem around the topic. Your writing here is just very fluid and graceful, written at a perfect pace. How you could turn something so ordinary such as nail polish painting into something poetic and beautiful amazes me to the core, an embedded adventure. I'm in awe again at another one of your works and I love it! Keep writing, you're amazing!

[Darian B.]

This is a very interesting poem, at first glance it seems almost random and purposeless and maybe that's how it was supposed to be. I like to believe that every poem has a purpose whether intended or not and this poem is no exception. I also believe that you intentionally hid deeper meaning within this poem. For example, while messing up nail polish is a fairly trivial thing that can be easily remedied, it could very well symbolize a much bigger problem. Looking at it through that lens creates a great metaphor. Now whether any of this was intentional or not, it was an enjoyable poem for its light-hearted approach on a common problem of an everyday thing

[GalaxyGhost]

This reminds me of when I vacationed to California and there was this gift shop that had a sailor theme to it. Good old times! I appreciate poems that remind me of good and happy days past and to come.