Perhaps Today

by Sunshine   Jun 21, 2011


So he leaves again..

It's just a new summer
for everyone to wear
some fancy sunrays,
and a regular season
to sleep as if unnoticed.

Sitting beside a dead telephone
in a room too small to find words
to describe- laying on a brown couch
wondering if it's time to open up
the green curtains-as if happy.

Two white plates on a wearied
wooden table-ironically waiting
to be filled, when I like the rest
of the aging furniture stand
still where I've once been placed-
pending on the jokes of summer
to push a visitor outside my pink door.

I heave the nearest plate next to me
toward the dusty space as if
disappointed.

Lost outside my window, staring
at a busy month, I shed some crazy
tears watching him leaving again...

as if he came back in the first place.

by: Rania Moallem

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  • 13 years ago

    by Boy

    Awesome. the title caught my attention. an amazing start. and when you talked about room its just create an image in my mind. such a deep feelings in human you have pout here.

    the idea was great. and the usage of words is good. a combination is good too. that makes and show me it into a very strong emotions.

    your poems are beyond my thinking because of very good English. so i always read your poem two or three times to understand completely. And i cannot leave the page without commenting your poems.

    Sitting beside a dead telephone
    in a room too small to find words
    to describe- laying on a brown couch
    wondering if it's time to open up
    the green curtains-as if happy.

    this is my favorite stanza,. a great and strong metaphor as well i see in it. i like the wording a Dead telephone. this what makes the strong image in my mind and force me to read the rest of poem with a very good manner.

    one thing more i noticed every single line has the power. something strong emotions and deep feelings. you put the emotions in a very good form inside any poem. that makes your poem perfect always

    fro me 5/5

  • 13 years ago

    by Brix Ambray

    "as if he came back in the first place."...i like the sadness in your poem..well written...good job.

  • 13 years ago

    by Brix Ambray

    "as if he came back in the first place."...i like the sadness in your poem..well written...good job.

  • 13 years ago

    by yogi73

    Very nice...not too literal, but not too abstract...very relatable.

  • 13 years ago

    by Yakari Gabriel

    So he leaves again..
    ^
    What a nostalgic opening
    It sounds almost..like a sigh....

    It's just a new summer
    for everyone to wear
    some fancy sunrays,
    and a regular season
    to sleep as if unnoticed.
    ^
    I like the use of sunrays here,
    while people usually would use sunglasses or shades..
    this stanza has highly creative...

    Sitting beside a dead telephone
    in a room too small to find words
    to describe- laying on a brown couch
    wondering if it's time to open up
    the green curtains-as if happy.

    ^
    Eh,the 'dead telephone' here was
    Clever,I like how you refered to the room as too small,instead of thoughts or emotions...
    It makes it interesting..
    And the way u used 'green' curtains...
    When we know green is the color of hope so it fits right in..with the emotions you are trying to potray..

    Two white plates on a wearied
    wooden table-ironically waiting
    to be filled, when I like the rest
    of the aging furniture stand
    still where I've once been placed-
    pending on the jokes of summer
    to push a visitor outside my pink door.
    ^
    Aah! How girly :') why must the door be pink?...
    Hahahaha
    Again the use of "two plates"
    Here was perfect,combined with the word ironically...since in the beginning you explained that he left...

    I heave the nearest plate next to me
    toward the dusty space as if
    disappointed.

    ^
    The 'as if'
    Shows that you aren't dissapointed?
    Am I right?....
    Yet throughout the poem
    It seems like you are sad that he left?..
    Ay chihuahua..

    Lost outside my window, staring
    at a busy month, I shed some crazy
    tears watching him leaving again...
    ^
    Yes! Highly creative again...
    I've never heard of tears being crazy,
    And never knew one could stare at a month..

    as if he came back in the first place.

    ^
    Jeezus,what an ending rania...
    Stop doing this to me...
    What you do with words
    Is just unbelievable...

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