Apartment for One

[pk.]

it's monsoon season and the rain is belting down,
the wind is punching the crap out of the trees,
the ferns slurp enthusiastically at the water pouring
down from the drainpipe. there's a spectacular lightshow
in the clouds and although it all looks so unimaginably violent,
the thick glass of my apartment shields me from it all.
it's quiet like a museum inside, the aquarium bubbles
away in the corner, the cat curls itself up by the couch.
the sink is filled with dirty dishes, there's clothes
all over the floor, my bookshelf is in complete disarray.
I loosen my robe, take a long sip of some wine, push my slippers off
and I think to myself, hell, being divorced ain't that bad.

 

[New]

I enjoy how the last line completely changes the tone of the poem. It suggests to me that your marriage was far more terrible than the pure chaos that you describe going on around you, and that you've finally found inner peace.

Nice job.

 

[pk.]

Thanks. You're interpretation is spot on =) I had a moment the other night, reflecting on my relationship and divorce, just finally accepting it fully and putting it in the right perspective. There are definitely good sides to everything, even when initially everything seems grey. I was finally able to find humour in the situation, something I haven't been able to do for years, thanks for taking the time to read - peace =)