Another Crack In The Paintwork
Another
crack
in
the
paintwork
and I’m still waiting
expectantly, whilst the kettle boils,
the steam condenses,
droplets forming around
another
crack
in
the
paintwork.
distorted pictures colour the
landscape: leaden, barren, hollow.
glare from the electric light bulb
casting shadows of our former selves, filling
another
crack
in
the
paintwork.
doors were always closed,
windows barred, not broken, but stained.
no resentment as the light flickers out,
for it’s just
another
crack
in
the
paintwork.
Written 2000; edited December 2007
Ahhh, LMHH finally gets around to putting up the poetry, nice one, about time too.
metta.
Well, there was nothing else to do…so what I’ll do is do one thing each day of the holidays…I’ve left the room tidying…if I tidy my room this early on I’ll have nothing to do for 2 weeks!
How come only the first letter is capitalized?
Otherwise, very interesting, ma sha’ Allah.
Because poetry does not have to follow strict rules of grammar. Besides, the whole poem symbolises a giant crack on the page…that’s the reason. I didn’t want a break in my crack through excessive use of capitalisation.
Thanks for the feedback