I spent three hours this morning
arguing with my shoes
about the direction of Tuesday,
and neither of us won.
The tea got cold while I pondered
the exact atomic weight
of a secret kept in a pocket,
and whether my left elbow
is slowly turning into the kitchen table
from leaning on it so long
worrying about things that haven’t happened yet.
A black cat sat in the doorway,
winking with the slow, deliberate grace
of someone who knows the secret to the universe
but prefers naptime.
We built a grand grand tower of reasons,
stacked high with heavy books
and brilliant, complicated words
only for a stray breeze to remind us
that we still get lonely at four in the afternoon,
and that jam on burnt toast
is sometimes the only philosophy that holds.
"Shall we make another cup?" I asked the empty room.
The kettle hummed a tiny, hopeful yes.
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so random! love it! i really liked the way i tried to find a way to relate to what you're saying. it honestly has kind of a spooky vibe (happy october) and i really like it. i really like the detail of the black cat, i think thats what brought it together for me personally. this has great pacing, good grammar, good concept and idea! keep writing!!
I actually really like how weird and random this poem is, but in a way that somehow makes sense. The bit about arguing with shoes over the direction of Tuesday is so absurd, but it immediately makes you curious about what’s going on in the writer’s head. I also like how it mixes humour with overthinking and loneliness, because underneath all the strange comparisons, it feels like it’s about worrying too much about things that haven’t even happened yet. The black cat is a nice detail too, almost like it represents someone who understands life but doesn’t feel the need to explain it. My favourite part is probably the ending, because the kettle humming a hopeful yes makes such a simple, ordinary moment feel comforting, like sometimes you don’t need to understand everything to be okay. Overall, I think the poem is imaginative, oddly comforting and a little sad, and I like how it uses ridiculous imagery to express feelings that are actually quite relatable.