Little Stanzas

Little Stanzas

A Poem by Kelley Quinn

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.

 

 

© 2018 Kelley Quinn


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"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

Posted 5 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Kelley Quinn

4 Years Ago

Thank you so much!



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"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

Posted 5 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Kelley Quinn

4 Years Ago

Thank you so much!
Those little thought become an avalanche.....well penned....jam-packed with raw emotion.

Posted 6 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

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

Posted 7 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

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

duff

Posted 7 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

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

Posted 7 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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Added on February 4, 2017
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