Rupture

Rupture

A Poem by Ally Charlotte Piper
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Another of my poems from my Line Series (which I'm working on expanding so as to put it on as a book). A true story about the annoyance of living in an old dilapidated dormroom.

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Rupture

 

It stares at me,

Nay, glares at me,

That gross thing across my room.

Positioned just so above my dresser

That I see it when I wake.

 

Why does it bother so,

That funny little nuisance?

 It twirls my head

And nags my brain

And drives me far past insane.

 

It wasn’t there on Christmas,

Not even on New Years.

So between then and now

Something has shoved itself

Just so that I have a shelf.

 

It’s not like it’s big.

It really isn’t.

I don’t know why it bothers so.

But you must know

It simply must go.

 

People say that they’re portals,

These slits in the wall.

Others say they mean nothing at all.

Frankly I don’t care.

I just want it not there.

 

Not to be punny,

It drives me up a wall.

That funny little ridge in the plaster

Of which no grout nor paint can master.

But what can I do?

 

I’ve tried the lot, short of knocking it down.

Still there is no way around.

I suppose I could hang a picture,

But that’s admitting defeat.

Like a Roman I’ll conquer.

 

So today I hang a picture

Because yesterday I failed

Once again to seal,

To forever rid myself

Of that ugly, little,

 

Crack.

 

 

© 2011 Ally Charlotte Piper


Author's Note

Ally Charlotte Piper
Please, I want both positive AND negative reviews! I can't stress that enough! In order for me to improve, I need both. Don't worry for my feelings, I'll review you if you review me, no matter the sort of feedback.

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It's awesome and I loved its irony. You etched the imagery with very simple words yet in an aesthetic and effective way. I have to admit that the most dramatic part is your ending with only "Crack". Sounds like a precipice after lengthy mountain. You deserve praise for this. Because it's the most interesting part in this poem of yours.

I loved these lines especially:

"I suppose I could hang a picture,
But that’s admitting defeat.
Like a Roman I’ll conquer."



Posted 13 Years Ago



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Ally Charlotte Piper
Ally Charlotte Piper

Cardiff, Wales, United Kingdom



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