Tethis

A simple prose poem about the nature of love, drowning and always being just a little too much.

I walk into the bedroom and he is getting dressed.

He says “from a distance storms are really beautiful”.

He pulls a T shirt over his head and for a second he has a blue ghosts face.

“Even hu… especially huge natural disasters. Hurricanes and Tsunamis. The wonderful swirling patterns and the deep forever blue”.

He puts his trousers on and it is as if he never took them off.

“I always think how lovely they look. How nice it would be to get swept up in the overpowering currents”.

Socks on feet and shoes on socks.

“Just perfect confusion, no beginning or end just ebbing and flowing. Bliss”

He picks up his bag and puts his phone in his pocket.

“But then I remember how easily I’d drown”.

He leaves and he doesn’t come back.

I cry, but I don’t blame him.

Now I am sitting in the bathtub and trying to forget how to swim.

Reviews

[aLittlePain]

What a beautiful example of prose poetry, superbly written.

Ngā mihi maioha (warmest regards)
Rach

[JBoone]

This is deep and powerful. Well written. Great imagery.