Routine Silence

I always love in your poems how you go into details even with the smallest things. Like the scrambled eggs being breakfast and it's easy to pinpoint that. But I believe the deeper meaning here is the couple. As the title is routine silence I believe that they have been fighting for a long time and now it's grown to a point where maybe even hate is borderline in their hearts. It's hard to show love or caring when you are angry so I loved the bickering line. I think what you mean there is that silence is harsh and even an argument shows the relationship is "alive". I loved the simplistic style and tone because you stay consistant throughout and this could be based on reality. The ending is great and the question is powerful. The inner monologue from the character is a great touch because I can see that person lying in bed unable to sleep and jist thinking. The imagery is great down to the last detail. Well done.

Judging comment:

"Words can not describe how much I adore this poem. So simple and yet so impacting, and sadly, so true for so many couples. Too often, we forget why we first fell in love with someone, and we stop fighting for them the way we did when we wanted them but didn't yet have them.

And that of course, leads to us slowly drifting apart although at the time that is hardly ever recognised or noticed.
Really liked the opening two verses, it gives a clear picture of this couple that were once so in sync and so close emotionally, only now they no longer know each other.

It's sad that routine usually ends up becoming normal, and worse, expected. If only people would fight more to keep love alive there would be so many more successful relationships, and most likely a much lower divorce rate.

I really liked the ending. Mentioning how these lovers are now sleeping under separate covers (beds?) really shows just how bad things have become, and the ending question whilst somewhat melancholic I believe it also shows hope. Because by wondering if this is fixable...it shows that this person wishes it IS fixable, if they didn't care they wouldn't be asking this.

So much emotion in this short poem and I found it to be incredibly intense and an elegantly written piece. Well done. "

I really liked this. it showed how you long for affection and that person to care about you. you expresses yourself well in such little words.

This piece takes a pretty sobering tone, and just about everyone whose ever been in a failing relationship has experienced it, especially a failing long term relationship. sometimes those can take a long, miserable time to bleed out before one or both parties finally realize that its just time to move on. but theres that little hope, a flicker in the darkness making you carry on... "are we fixable?"

definitely an interesting read, and one i can relate to.

Somewhere between scrambled eggs
and silent conversation,
realization sat behind the morning newspaper.

^^ I too, love the opening stanza. Not only the image you portray but also the thought behind it. Especially to think about how complex we are as humans, the idea of silent conversations, sometimes express more than words ever could.

We're no longer lovers,
just strangers sharing lives.

^^ It's heart breaking when relationships get to this point. To have the person who was your entire life be there, but to have change seep in and alter your point of view.

To see
Routines and excuses fill our
days and nights,
while ticking clocks erase our
free time.

^^ I think it's human nature to avoid things rather than deal with them. Anyway, I like this stanza, how it's worded. Especially the end of it.

Some days I wish you would
still bicker about nonsense with me
like you used to -
at least then I knew you still cared.

^^ I kinda agree with Everlasting's comment on this line, but kinda disagree. It does sound a tad off, but I think I get what you mean by it. I bet if you were to add a comma on "at least then, I knew you still cared." Because I think you were referring to past tense, but with out the comma you could misinterpret the tense and mistake the wording. Just a thought on that.

While slipping under
our seperate covers,
I wonder...

^^Separate is misspelled, i think. Unless it's like the word's color and colour, than just ignore my comment. :) I also like the picture you paint in this stanza, of a lonely woman probably spending her nights sleepless and brokenhearted as to where things have gone. And probably feeling like it's her fault that things are where they are.

are we fixable?

^^I know that's a rhetorical question. But... I think that a relationship is always fixable, you just have to be willing to leave your comfort zone and admit/confront the other person as to what's happened. And if things can't be fixed by talking about it and trying to work it out, that maybe they aren't meant to be. Sometimes we over look signs that things aren't suppose to work out and by the time you are at wit's end, you have already invested so much time on the other person that you don't want things to end. But on another note, situations like this are what build strong relationships, knowing that you can get through hard times is a sign that you can get through anything you put your mind to but communication is the key to any successful relationship. Sorry to go all 'Dr. Phil' on you, but I got started and couldn't stop :P

Anyway, this poem is full of so much emotion and heartbreak, that it holds a lot of power. I also really admire the form it's in. :)