Bath

I was enjoying the warmth after a long day, and felt inspired.

As I lay

In total silence

Dead still in the burning water

I watched the wick slowly disappear as a brilliant blue color surrounds it.

Sipping my

Which was once grapes

I slowly pour more in my half empty glass

Fading from my mind

Memories dimming

And life just

Relaxes. 

I alternate legs

Taking turns outside

In the coldness

Watching the vapor arise from my skin.

Here,

I find my peace.

I lift my head and ask the ceiling,

"Can I lay here, until death due us part?"

Author's Note

It was a hard day. I hope you enjoyed! Reviews are always appreciated. Have a great day.

Reviews

[R.E. Ray]

Sydney, this is a good example of how the most simple thoughts can become the best poetry. I admire how you not only captured the moment but described it without the typical cliches (“once grapes”). We, the readers, can then see the texture and color, perhaps smooth and deep red.

You’ve painted peace and calm, and then made it even more special with the last line. That line seems to have at least two layers. The narrator could be saying, maybe a little tongue-in-cheek, “this is better than marriage” or it’s just a pleasant escape from the day’s realities.

I’ll look for more of your work. Thanks for sharing this one.