Tiffany

Tiffany blue lays below the crown molding that sits in the middle of the wall
white wallpaper accentuated above with Tiffany blue logos
they seem as though they are meant for royalty
solo sitting wall
it sits to my left
Stands between myself and the bathroom
This wall is just Tiffany Blue
a flood
a flood ruined this wall
a burst pipe melted it’s form of blood into my apartment from that above us 
this wall saved my life
lumpy hard wood
mold smeared beneath my floor boards
Now please Tell me Tiffany
Are you tired of watching my mental breakdowns
a different wall
it’s simply painted Tiffany blue
there was no more wallpaper
no, this wall sits different from the rest
a basic prayer
placed as a simple decoration
a small saying in an ancient language
wishing to be indifferent of the other walls
Now Tell me 
Do you feel like an outcast,
Do you hate your history,
Don’t be so dramatic, Tiffany 
It was just water

Comments

  1. UnknownFebruary 2, 2022 at 3:53 PM

    Wow. This is truly a very complex and emotional poem

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  2. Professor MillerFebruary 5, 2022 at 4:21 PM

    It's fantastic that you are writing so much. Are all of these poems new? But it is a little overwhelming for all of us to know which poem to pay attention to and which one to comment upon. I would encourage you to maybe only publish one per week and keep working on the others. I can take a look at extra poems during one of our individual meetings, but in terms of the class, doing three poems per week from one student is too much to ask of everyone. So I guess if you really want to publish three in one week on your blog, maybe tell us which one to focus on in terms of our comments. Also, I am hoping for considerably more detailed and helpful comments than people are currently leaving. I realize that we are just getting started, but past classes have left at least one paragraph per poem--that is bare minimum a few sentences, and please try to indicate why you feel the way you do in your comments, everyone! (This last part was meant for the whole class, not the author of this poem.)

    Here's what I am getting from this poem. I see this one as dealing with a room in a house that suffered from a flood of some type, which damaged a wall that was painted a shade of blue that I guess is called "Tiffany blue." I wasn't familiar with the phrase before reading this poem, but I looked it up, and I see it is a turquoise-like shade, quite delicate and refined looking--an elegant color.

    I do not think you need to call it "fancy," as in line two. The word "Tiffany" already connotes posh opulence, and "fancy" explained something more effectively suggested by the tactile descriptions.

    "Stupid" seems like an odd choice of word for a flood that nearly killed the speaker. That line about nearly dying is undercut by the jaunty tone of the poem. By the end, the poem seems lighthearted and upbeat, which I think is effectively handled, but it does contrast with the notion that speaker almost died.

    At first, I was confused by the repetition of the phrase "Tiffany Blue," but by the end, it was making poetic sense to me somehow.

    I like the last five lines and the apostrophe to the color toward the end. I like the tone of the ending and the idea of scolding a color for being too dramatic. That's just a clever and fun way to end a poem. It works for me.

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