The Ceiling

a memory

there’s a spot on the ceiling

I know what it’s from

but you don’t

all I’m saying is

I try not to focus on it

to listen to what you’re saying

you can talk to me

the smooth white

interrupted by this one 

little spot

of faded dusky pink

so out of place, so odd

if you ever want to

you probably never noticed it

not the ceiling 

not my spot

funny, now 

that it’s still around

listening to the things I tell it

Reviews

[John Fitzgerald]

What a beautifully personal poetry you’ve conjured here…something about it feels like a single moment, though it’s so lived in. There’s something profound here, but I can’t quite put a finger on it! Will read this a few times more at least!

[W. Barrett Munn]

This is truly delightful and I think publishable if you got it in front of the right editor at the right time. There is a large element of luck that goes into getting your work published unless or until you reach the status of Ada Limon or Amanda Gorman.

Winston

[Pax]

An add thing about our memories, it let us see what was, or I guess its his/her nature to see of what one was, even though we know it's not there anymore..a clever way of metaphors here, well done...

[willweb]

That was fun to read and imagine. Maybe we all have our little spots we focus on when we don't want to listen. : )

[emily.c.]

Made me think of a metaphor for a memory you haven’t been able to put into words yet. Very nice.

[Cyprian Van Dyke]

I never read a poem like this. But I like it lol. Or, should I say, I like the way you wrote it. Well penned. tyfs