Mindful Bath
The water trickles from one tap,
blasts from the other; bubbles
build on one side only then
lonely, they meander over
to join the others fusing together
in oily kaleidoscopic clusters.
I lie beneath the clouds and steam
thrusting hands between slick
millions reflecting prickled surfaces
bouncing rainbows off porcelain.
And try to clasp my hands together;
layers repelling vivid auras
bouncing crystal balls between.
Laura Taylor
Thu 6th Nov 2014 10:53
Hi Natalie
Sorry about the delay in replying - had a mad weekend last weekend and just catching up now.
You have my sympathies - I have struggled with punctuation since I first started with poetry, and still do sometimes. I actually refused to use full stops for the longest time because I thought they looked ugly :D :D
Weston - thing is, if you're going to use SOME punctuation, then shouldn't you use all of it? It confuses the reader sometimes, although I totally take what you mean. In my latest, I've deliberately fucked about with punctuation. Fickle? Moi? ;)
Anyhoo - I'd put a comma after the first line, and a full stop after the last line, second stanza - for consistency's sake. The rest is perfect. It looks way better without all lines capitalised too (and I used to do that too haha so I'm not being all superior or owt ;) )
Ha - no worries on 'steam' :D
This is now a totally gorgeous poem! :)