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Frailty
I can only manage a whisper these days. Afraid to speak words. It doesn't stop my heart or mind. They still have so much to say. A maelstrom of words... Temple kiss, hand squeeze. You're going places, lovely. Just you wait and see.
"Do you ever dream of land?" The whale asks the tuna.
"No." Says the tuna, "Do you?"
"I have never seen it." Says the whale, "but deep in my body, I remember it."
"Why do you care," says the tuna, "if you will never see it."
"There are bones in my body built to walk through the forests and the mountains." Says the whale.
"They will disappear." Says the tuna, "one day, your body will forget the forests and the mountains."
"Maybe I don't want to forget," Says the whale, "The forests were once my home."
"I have seen the forests." Whispers the salmon, almost to itself.
"Tell me what you have seen," says the whale.
"The forests spawned me." Says the salmon. "They sent me to the ocean to grow. When I am fat with the bounty of the ocean, I will bring it home."
"Why would the forests seek the bounty of the oceans?" Asks the whale. "They have bounty of their own."
"You forget," says the salmon, "That the oceans were once their home."
w a t c h f u l . . .
“Girls like her were born in a storm. They have lightning in their souls. Thunder in their hearts. And chaos in their bones.”
— Nikita Gill
If you're reading this...
go write three sentences on your current writing project.
@and-evenif Thank you for the tag! I really enjoyed listening to your songs! put your music library (or whichever playlist you'd like) on shuffle, then list the first five songs that come up in a poll to let people vote for which one they like the most. No pressure but tagging @big-low-t, @lunaragent, @definegodliness, & @mrpicasso-face Anyone else is free to participate too! Really fun way to find new music :3
eeeee thank you @why-not-m-e for tagging me !!! <3
put your music library on shuffle, then list the first five songs that come up in a poll to let people vote for which one they like the most
and i tag: @fall-asleep-7, @lead-to-code, @yakultii, @motifenjoyer, @mothprincess, @and-evenif, @owleyedsolivagant, and @orchidreign <3 (if yall would like to of course)
Conowingo Dam
What comes to you in the silence now? At least you are no longer afraid of the sound of stillness. Black room. Wrapped in warmth. No sound save for breath and the quiet whisper of thought.
Another night, in a structured space (house). On an open space (land). of a dimensional space (reality).
or
On a map, longitude and latitude, there I am. On the earth, spinning round, wrapped in darkness and warmth.
Breath softly on my neck.
This was a poem I wrote around 2022. I tried to recall it this morning and spent all day trying to remember anything about the poem. I could remember the feeling but not the words I'd put to that feeling with this poem. Does that ever happen with your poetry?
Pablo Neruda, from Twenty Love Poems and A Song of Despair; "Leaning Into the Afternoons,"
lately, I feel strange... there's some definitely loss of objectivity:
everything is so interchangeable & everyone is so synonymous,
keepers of the secrets which seem tangible in many particulars;
does anything make sense? or is it merely aesthetically pleasing?
