White Noise

Naomi Sara Buote 1968 (Prince Edward Island)

March 24 


you dip
the tip of your toast
in egg yolk
and I watch
as it slides from your lip
and runs down your chin
onto your collar
leaving a sliver of bright yellow
on your white shirt and against
the dreary bleached sky
that blends with the snow,
stretching for miles and miles,
as we sit in our skimmed milk,
decaffeinated morning,
silence bouncing off
the whiteness of kitchen walls,
so smothering and shattering,
I wish we'd drop
a cup, a plate, a fork, a damn knife,
sending it clattering to the floor,
then,  perhaps,  one of us
would finally get to say
some kind of I'm sorry.

About this poem

This depicts a real, raw life situation that can be relatable to many in a relationship

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Written on January 19, 2024

Submitted by buotenaomi on March 27, 2024

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Scheme ABCDAEFGHIGJKLMNLOPQRST
Closest metre Iambic trimeter
Characters 578
Words 116
Stanzas 1
Stanza Lengths 23

Naomi Sara Buote

A retired English teacher currently living in Quebec, Canada who loves to use words to depict real life situations that all can relate too. more…

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  • Vixility
    Wuh-wow! The imagery in this poem is flawless! THIS is how free verse poems ought to be written—after the short-lived style of the Imagist movement and poets like Amy Lowell and Hilda Doolittle.

    So impressive … you’ve got real talent. 
    LikeReply1 month ago
  • susan.brumel
    Your poem was on my short list. Very provocative and well-written. Congratulations!
    LikeReply 11 month ago
    • Vixility
      Couldn’t agree with you more, Sue. This is the kind of poem that inspires writers to write!
      LikeReply 11 month ago
  • memchambers
    Poetry is greatest when it captures the mundane and makes it surreal
    LikeReply 11 month ago
  • chellebelle77
    I could feel the deafening silence between the fighting couple. It was unbearably loud. I loved how I was at that breakfast table with them.
    LikeReply 11 month ago
  • miriamm.58856
    I really like the imagery in this poem and the emotional expression.
    LikeReply 11 month ago

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