Shuffling I

I am the girl that shuffles quietly about
the house
in my slippers
a part of me, my father
the other part, my mother
though, of neither
do I identify
my father; the talkless
and my mother; the talker
and I?  I fall somewhere happily in-between
though my thoughts are more often rolling,
cresting on a wave
then quietly
they pull back again
until the next arrives
shuffling I
stopping in hallways, in doorways,
turning the knobs
listening -
for something,
to catch
the trailing end of a phrase
so often,
too little too late,
too easily forgotten,
this ebbing flow
of waves

Reviews

[Claude]

I like the rhythm that the words create. You capture a family dynamic many of us can relate to in our lives.

[Brian D. Billie]

dig this quite a bit. works well as a wave. very smooth; captures the unique feeling of the edges of loneliness? that's what this speaks to me as. like you're always there right after the sea has again reclaimed.

the beginning, a quake. the end, water.

[Cafe Reader]

Your writing is very beautiful and flows so nicely!

[JelliFyshKissUs]

Beautiful thing about the waves is that they always come back. Continue to shuffle and catch what you can. Love your candid poetry.

[bluessadmood]

Yes i know the feelings..not so many words ,rather too many thoughts
and they do come like waves,non stop only when another takes place
not much to share rather wait and anticipate,would walk round corners
and doorways and catch a word here and there,not much thoughts
not much words ,rather catching others and re formulate,i know just the type
strange ,how to pick up from where others just end,times to catch too late
ha ha but i was always ready to start wherever they would end
really loved the thoughts..always will start me thinking
how the world too small,how the feelings so well known
lovely write..

[Robin]

to catch that endless wave ..