same day differnt thought

the days between

when the sun is not fully shown

and the clouds cloud your colors

when the storm has passed

and the flowers are not yet bloomed

the days between the worst and best

when your heart beats without notice

the moments easily forgotten

conversations turned by cranks

getting by without any notice

when you are left alone in a room unexpectedly

and the emotions arise and

your eyes smear

Reviews

[TLK]

There is a slipperiness here. The 'days between' is already a fuzzy category -- and these days are half-shadow (even colours are muted) and defined by absence (storm has passed, flower not bloomed, not the worst or the best) -- and you add to this by calling them forgettable, mechanical (cranks), unnoticed...

And then out of the nothingness comes that hard shard of yourself and you didn't know you had it in you.

There is something exceptional here. The surprise you pull is excellent. The simplicity of the poem is handled wonderfully -- the line breaks provide all the punctuation necessary, the line lengths are well judged, giving the piece an almost imperceivable rhythm -- there is so much going on that is almost unnoticeable that it ties in with the theme in a way that gives the whole added tension. Because, by the end, having been lulled into a feeling of such easiness, you can capitalise on the uneasiness.

Haha, I would kill you to own this myself, I mean, what?

typo: 'differnt' (in title).

[Ben Kirberger]

every time i read this it gets better.

[TLK]

If you read it 100 times, your eyes will fall out. You have been warned.

[Leslie Philibert]

a great poem, what I really like is the strong image of being alone in a room. So a poem full of beauty that turns cleverly in the last lines, fine job.

[Emily B]

that would be the days like today

brilliantly carved