maybe you shouldn’t write poetry in hotel showers–

everything is surreal,
dream in a dream, awash
in ocean blue-ish light that
wells from somewhere
near the toilet– martians–
(probably)

hiding from– what exactly?
never mind, i can relate,
turning// tossing in a hotel bed
that spits deSign on me,
for 120 bucks a night,
(incl. breakfast) &

a million planes intrude into my dreams,
blend & miNgle
with me, digging deeper into
pillows, rest-night creeks,

& now, hot water splashes
on my shoulders,
trails in downward spirals over
breasts, hips–
there’s a floor-to-ceiling mirror
& a window to the room
(beyond the blue light),

This  is I, i think,
not more, not less, just what it is,
then turn the temp. up//uP until my skin
turns pink i should remove the
band aids on my feet
(new shoes)
& what we do to ease the pain,
listen to the planes &
gurgling as the water drops,
————–drops
——————-drops

like each of us,
————carrying a thousand stories

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we’re writing bathroom poetry at dVerse today and it’s my pleasure to serve drinks (& ducks) behind the bar…ha..doors will swing open at 3pm EST…

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44 responses to “maybe you shouldn’t write poetry in hotel showers–

  1. There is something about a hotel – however, generic–that brings up the idea of all of these stories – like shower drops. It is not something I always think about, but it is terribly true, and shown so creatively here – wonderful. k.

  2. ha….aliens in your toilet….i knew they would find a new way to take over the world…smiles…i like how you use them to bring out the hiding…this is I…and what we do to ease the pain are very emotive lines for me…been alone on the road in hotels and they ring with tough thoughts at times….the last line is def my fav…we are a bunch of stories…smiles…

  3. a million planes intrude into my dreams,
    blend & miNgle
    with me, digging deeper into
    pillows, rest-night creeks,

    the thing I always notice when I travel is how, during those sleepless nights, you notice and think about such odd things, things you either take for granted in your own home or never think about because you actually ‘sleep’ in your own bed. Hotel nights always seem so long to me, what else to do but write poetry!

  4. I take 3 minute showers … you better take 6 minute shower, C … 120 bedbugs and all :), and throw the mattress out the window plus other undesirables … 🙂 sorry I couldn’t resist 🙂 Love, cat. PS: 120 bucks that means 120 Euro/ night? That would be 240 DM ! Hope your company pays for it, mmmh? 🙂

  5. It is a weird feeling, being alone in a hotel room. Ghosts or aliens seem to be watching and we do feel alone with who we are, and all the stories we carry. Great, vivid write Claudia. Have a good weekend. Hope you’re home, using your own bathroom.

  6. So true, everyone carries a thousand stories….maybe more, as many as the water droplets in a shower. I love to turn the temperature up, up, up as hot as it gets…even in summer…it relaxes, invigorates me. Ha, a floor to ceiling mirror would definitely be a wake-up call. Smiles.

  7. Hi, C, thanks for stopping by my blog post 🙂 It’s basically about baby bumps(pregnancy) and lumps and bumps we get as we get older (skin starting to sag everywhere thus going south) … and then laughing it off … and happily continue living … Love you, cat.

  8. I have been in hotel rooms like that…would have paid extra for a room without the sound of jet planes flying just above my window pane…you stirred up old memories of when I had to travel as part of my job…bet you’ll be glad to get home. 🙂

  9. yes I can totally relate to that, and adding a jet-lag too.. Yes indeed. I will be travelling next week so this is a reminder… and I’m pretty sure it’s not martians, but on the other hand I would opt out of any tips for the maid service… 🙂

  10. I like the realization during the quiet moments. This part resonated with me:

    This is I, i think,
    not more, not less, just what it is,
    then turn the temp. up//uP until my skin
    turns pink

    This was an interesting prompt as I have not written a bathroom poetry before ~

    Happy weekend ~

  11. My wife and daughters have difficulty defecating in public restrooms. We all have our bathroom eccentricities; what a lovely prompt, one that lends itself to 12 kinds of levity. “Eight million people in the naked city (NYC), and one with a bathroom poem to share”.

  12. Love “spits deSign on me..” I’m trying to book hotels at the moment for my sabbatical in a few weeks time…I think I’ll be sick of them by the time I get back home.

  13. An interesting prompt and I enjoyed your spin..funny what thoughts go through our mind when we are in a hotel. As long as the shower is clean it’s good for me..

  14. Sometimes I need more than the prompt which is why I now confess, often read others. You were my second read and inspiration. Very much enjoyed your piece. Thank you for the read and prompt.

  15. …each drops like us carries a thousand tales — now that makes an excellent ponderings… but i wonder how often do we keep those drops? can we actually keep them? can we stop tbose drops from falling? and if we can, what do we do with ’em? it’s a crazy feeling not able to figure the answers… and the more we try the more we drown ourselves & get lost with the drops of those waters… how funny to think most of my poems were birthed inside the bathroom while the shower was in full force licking your body… smiles…

  16. I love this prompt. Hotels often trigger off our muses, don’t they? So impersonal and yet… so intimate. I loved your poem. Many thanks.

    Greetings from London.

  17. Hotels…are so impersonal and no matter how expensive the hotel if you ever look underneath the bed you will get a shock…the first thing I do when I book in is call housekeeping…difficult customer I am:)

  18. hmmm…I wonder what those stories might be…

    I think this verse only served to disprove your title; nicely done!

  19. great imagery!! like the hot water on the shoulders, yes!!! i love that, especially, after shoulder surgery.

    weird things happen in hotel rooms

  20. Quite rightly so, Claudia! Alone in a strange hotel can be intimidating. Would normally leave one light on all night. At least one would not be imagining moving shadows in the night! Nicely!

    Hank

  21. so dense with moments and yet so flush with flow-ing-ness

    just a pleasure to read and immerse in

    among many, liked,

    “i can relate,
    turning// tossing in a hotel bed
    that spits deSign on me,
    for 120 bucks a night,
    (incl. breakfast)” –

    the irony of the business status quo, can recognize it a continent away 😉

    enjoyed claudia, thanks so much 😉

  22. I enjoyed this too, the story here was visible in my mind. I love the last line. We should all be writing those thousand stories.

  23. Love, love, love this!! I thought about a night at a beachy hotel where the bed had so many lumps there was no real place to settle into and the bathroom…well, it was a whole other story. LOL

    • “& what we do to ease the pain,
      listen to the planes &
      gurgling as the water drops,
      ————–drops
      ——————-drops

      like each of us,
      ————carrying a thousand stories…”

      Once again, you have captured a moment…very descriptively, too ! through your poetic words as you let your readers, know…
      Thanks, for sharing!
      deedee 🙂