Sometimes, My Knee
is a hooded sulky teenager
living in the shadowy basement
of my body
blasting bone-grinding rock
at 3 a.m. and I, puny parent
at the top of the stairs,
screaming shut it off
to the indifferent dark
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Cinematic in scope. Frustration, sharp throbbing pain, and incovenience are evident in poem’s meaning, tone, and actions. Vivd imagery and strong word choice. Visually, I see “a hooded sulky teenager/living in the shadowy basement.” Tactilely, I feel the jarring pain of the “Knee” mentioned in the title. Auditorily, I hear the “blasting bone-grinding rock” and the parent “screaming shut it off.” Very affecting. Thank you for sharing this great poem
Hooded sulky teenager! Great image! Sorry your knee is aching and acting up!
Ouch, Nice metaphor! The title leading into the first line of the poem works really well
This is perfect. I have heard that voice, both figuratively and literally. Brilliant imagery.
Brilliant: hooded sulky teenager being a knee
Ah yes, a teenager in the “indifferent dark.”
Great metaphor! Although I’m sorry you experience that!
This is perfectly concise and very relatable.
A testament to how creative language can illuminate deeply personal and often invisible struggles. Thank for sharing!