Thursday, April 08, 2010

waves of oceans in my glass

water from the glass seems to swirl
looking up from my work
I find it strange
waves fall over from the edge
I try to identify the source
oceans have entered into my home
why did they deviate
and come into my home
confined themselves into my glass
I saturate my brain by pouring it on my head

my coughing fit makes me forget you
believe me, a heaving chest is the best medicine
to let go of a lost love

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Still having PC woes. Will get back to visiting you all as soon as I can.

20 comments:

ThomG said...

beautiful and heartfelt. Love the end.

I think using come instead of came would work better.

Rallentanda said...

You're a very practical person
Triptoes.There is always that surreal edge to your work,a suppressed laugh,which is very unique.Well done.

anthonynorth said...

Great ending to this.

Tumblewords: said...

Inundated with melancholy and resolve! Nice!

Thomma Lyn said...

This is beautiful -- love the imagery and the feel.

Stan Ski said...

Some situations require a distraction - any distraction...

Dee Martin said...

a glass of water over the head would distract me!

Mahesh Kalaal said...

stupendous fabrication ans unique presentation.....

Lorraine said...

that's beautiful, what does it say about me, that I find this sorrow so magnificent

iamyuva said...

heavy heart
and heavy word
each time I find
it weighs on mind
It’s presses down
do turn it around

It’s only just a stage
gotta give it space
start an empty page
get back in the game
but do it your way
you don’t have to play so heavy

Julie Jordan Scott said...

Love the energy of these lines, especially...

>> why did they deviate
>> and come into my home
>> confined themselves into my glass

Denise Moncrief said...

I loved the imagery in this

b said...

I could only think of an earthquake! But then a emotional upheaval is a bit like an earthquake isn't it.

b

http://torristravels.blogspot.com

Ann (bunnygirl) said...

I like the idea of oceans in the room and in the glass. Emotions can inundate like that.

Greyscale Territory said...

The image of oceans confined to a glass suggests that water (tears) is crammed in there! But coughing breaks the melancholic sailing of those seas! Love that wry humour at the end!

Amity said...

heaving chest will help forget? No...:)


beautiful poem...:)

aspiemom said...

Thank you for stopping by.

I enjoyed this poem. How creative to make a poem about water and Sometimes it is hard to forget.

Well done!

Jay Thurston said...

Nothing quite like water over the head to bring thoughts to sobriety. Nice work!

one more believer said...

i really like the idea of gettin all wet over an aching heart!!!

cosmicmermaid said...

Love the title! Wow. And every line after that ...