Holiday hotel



Just Like You

Like the romance and murder
that litter the shelves
in the darkened recess
of this seaside hotel

are the bickering voices
of the couple inside.
Here I look for a book and ask
Which one am I?

Like she who sounds ready
and willing to cry
or he just so over
this holiday time?

More murder and romance
but not what I need
at my tanned fingertips
on that cool balcony.

She slams a door now;
the silence feels poised
but he gives no retort.
An end to the noise.

No murder nor romance
today in that room.
I'm torn and unfocused
back here in the gloom.

I scan the shelves
ruthlessly
judging all the books by their covers.
Just like you.



Poetry by nice curtains
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Written on 2022-09-18 at 18:42

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nice curtains
Thanks a lot Eli. The search for reading material on holiday can be hit and miss!!
2023-09-05


Eli The PoetBay support member heart!
Ha, that first stanza and I immediately related, those musty one piece libraries filled with books that nearly no one wants… nearly. Love the way you intertwined it with another relatable memory; sound dynamics when there ain’t much traffic. Musty seaside hotels. If I was Clever, and removed the “r” then made my way to the nearest coast I could almost guess which one. : )
2023-08-27


nice curtains
Thanks guys!!
2022-09-26


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2022-09-26


Uncle Meridian The PoetBay support member heart!
This is quite good!
2022-09-21