Feb 2019
I turn for a Moment
And stand at the bow
The wind whips the sails, and
It's buffeting, Now
A stretched out horizon
What lies in its arms?
The future is silent,
It sounds its alarms
It's what makes me feel so stupid in moments of navel-gazing,
Or personifying unity as if it were a thing like me
It stands there with a kicking womb
To birth the monster of my doom
Its noise ful-ly concealed behind a veil.
My childish virtues,
They withered and wept
They wilted for science,
They felt quite inept
But new virtue turned 'round,
And weathered a storm
I turned for a moment
She's tethered and warm
Well, I lost my **** for a grip or two
But I picked the rocks out of my shoes.
It's time to grow onto my spine
And resonate this body's mine.
And stand at the bow
The wind whips the sails, and
It's buffeting, Now
A stretched out horizon
What lies in its arms?
The future is silent,
It sounds its alarms
It's what makes me feel so stupid in moments of navel-gazing,
Or personifying unity as if it were a thing like me
It stands there with a kicking womb
To birth the monster of my doom
Its noise ful-ly concealed behind a veil.
My childish virtues,
They withered and wept
They wilted for science,
They felt quite inept
But new virtue turned 'round,
And weathered a storm
I turned for a moment
She's tethered and warm
Well, I lost my **** for a grip or two
But I picked the rocks out of my shoes.
It's time to grow onto my spine
And resonate this body's mine.
Twinkly stars
I do really like this poem.
The first line of the fifth stanza serves as a pivot point and I used meter there to emphasize that, meant to be read louder and slower, a contrapoint.
And the conclusion is meant to be a casual aside, same as stanza 3
It purposefully has this dynamic between formal and informal. The true self vs. The socially constructed self, reflected in that last stanza.
I do really like this poem.
The first line of the fifth stanza serves as a pivot point and I used meter there to emphasize that, meant to be read louder and slower, a contrapoint.
And the conclusion is meant to be a casual aside, same as stanza 3
It purposefully has this dynamic between formal and informal. The true self vs. The socially constructed self, reflected in that last stanza.
