I Don't Mind

No stars can be seen on a cloudy night 
I'll watch them anyway 
Two swings empty 
After you 
Suspended in summer 
Night after night 
We can leave 
The melodies play 
We'll bob our heads 
A black circle 
Nothing's there 
I don't mind 
Something from the past 
Just another story 
I'll take the present 
Let it fall 
We don't mind 
A dash to cover 
I'm soaked 
I don't mind 
Headlights glare onto open pavement 
It's raining and I don't mind 
A house appears 
I'll walk in the rain 
I don't mind 
I'm at your doorstep 
The choice is mine 
I don't mind 
It's the small things 
No good-byes 

Author's Note

What do you think? Analyze, interpret, and critique and overall thoughts.

Reviews

[Ma_ya]

Great poem! I love the repetition of "I don't mind"!

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

Very sweet... when we are with a loved there are things we will endure that we normally wouldn't alone. Nice job in capturing that.

[Aaron Eliad]

i have to say, that when i saw how it looked like something cut up with such short lines trying to be metrically correct, i was slightly thrown off. but you proved me wrong 200 percent, this is a very nice piece of work. =D

[Requs]

Adoring your ez going carelessness =)

[Jonathan Ballam]

I liked the idea of the 'I don't mind' being repeated. Just like your other critics I also enjoyed the imagery that you used in the poem, it was most effective. Well done ;)

[@zeewhykay]

''it's the small things''

I particularly like this line, well played.

[C.L. Wilson]

great peotry and thumbs up for great imagery. I find it that imagery is a poets greatest tool and you have used pretty good in this poem. Bravo.

[~*~Peace Keeper~*~]

Great Poem...i enjoyed reading it...the flow was amazing
Great Job

[The Flawed]

Good job, to me it's about how submissive one can be, in the company of a loved one, how the things that would normally darken your mood seem perfectly OK in their presents, how its all good as long as they are near as long as they are with you
But what do I know?
Well done

[Tim H]

Great poem, It establishes a flowing rhythm as the lines blend into one another. It conveys to me a sense of loss as the swings hang empty, death and denial as it rains and the character walks with no good-byes. The question that remains is who died? The narrator or the friend?