This is a Low
Low
You skim flat pebbles, disturbing
thoughts once stowed beneath smooth waters.
Under a slippery rock,
a Minnow loiters
like the grudging, silver
silence still left over from last night.
Ducks squabble over nothing
in the static air of dusk
a smudged sun of orange chalk sinks;
the blurry doodle of a dreamy child
submerged in the lake, disolving
all that remains
of Tuesday.
Notes
Similar to the previously published poem Fishing this poem uses enjambment, many of the lines bleed into the next and offer multiple interpretations. It’s a shorter poem so every word carries more weight and meaning. Again the ideas in this poem are based on issues within a difficult relationship; unfortunately it tends to be the negative end of the emotional spectrum that most frequently inspires me to write – bet you guys can’t wait to read my novel now! Still, for the next poem I promise to change tack slightly. To promise something upbeat, however, would probably be promising too much.
