The Kitchen

I sit here in this tired, old kitchen,
A frozen conglomerate of chicken,
Thawing in the sink's cold basin,
For tonight's super.

There is little alive, but the ticking
Of the wall clock, relentlessly
Reminding me of time left
Before chores are done.

I read and read my words, left feeling
Childish and cliched,
Sliced like a cucumber, tossed in a
Salad, untouched.

I still wait for him to fill up time.
He takes and takes, but never gives.
My mind feels sucked dry, a tundra
Of sand that swirls in a gray cloud.

His moods are silent and ambivalent.
Even I can see his actions are
Reminiscent of the last time
We said good bye.

I am patient with his dark moods,
As they only match my own darkness....
A place I could well introduce him to
If he only wanted to go.

— dina grey, May 20, 2009

About This Poem

About the Author

Region, Country: Coastal area, NC

Favorite Poets: Sylvia Plath, Hemminway, Too many.....will add in time.

Critiques

themoonman

17 years ago

Dina...

Hi, I don't think I've read any of your threads yet, I believe I'll have to go back and see what I've been missing... this one is very good... in that it is easy for me to relate to and your feelings of dread are very well placed... Not easy making a go of it after you've already split up once, in fact it is difficult to say the least. I felt your lonely within, your need to talk to him, your need for him to want to... yes, this poem delivers... only a couple of suggestions for it... good by... goodbye... and I wonder if you meant to start each line with a capitol letter, I saw at least one where you didn't, so it makes me think it was intended... it can disrupt the flow of the read when it is still a sentence not completed... welcome to the site... hope you find it an enjoyable experience. Richard

dina grey

17 years ago

Thank You

Yes, I have a lot to learn. Thank you for your kind words.

weirdelf

17 years ago

I come back to this

With a tad more onjectivity and another star. The first time it hit some buttons not to do with the quality of this poem, which is sensitive and well written. It packs more punch than it seems. Jess

dina grey

17 years ago

I didn't expect much.......

Are you no less a victim when you write that you are subject to a woman and her beauty and charms?......of course I don't use words that describe human elimination to describe people......you are the expert. I write what I feel, good or bad. Dina

Craig Norris

17 years ago

Don't get the victim poetry thing at all

I do get the everyday, the mind numbing of routine and the rituals of our behaviour captured nicely. Enjoyed. Cheers Craig

dina grey

17 years ago

Thank you…..that’s what

Thank you.....that's what I was trying to describe. I think many women who stay at home all day and play housewife, feel as if they are going insane with routine. We just don't talk about it much. More so traditional roles in the south..... Dina

Craig Norris

17 years ago

Well structured

The more I read this poem the more I like it. I read and read my words, left feeling childish and cliched, sliced like a cucumber,tossed in a salad, untouched. You've been disciplined with your use of words, which tells me there will be more and your poems will grow and improve, so I look forward to them. Cheers Craig don't know how you get the little thingo to sit over the e in cliched, but it needs one, somehow, sometime.