#inchoate
Inchoate feelings, what are they?
It could be greed, it could be hate
It grows so slowly, protected,
Like a dragon protecting it’s hoard
All things have a root, a home,
They all begin somewhere,
Where they all thrive and expand
What are these emotions?
What are these feelings nurtured with?
Is it dwelling? Stubborn clingingness?
Does the dragon grow that way?
These inchoate feelings, emotions alike,
How do they heal? Do you let go?
Let the balloon pop, drain the pool,
Tell me, how do you cope?
Do you hold it in? Let it out?
The inchoate emotions aren’t something that should grow.
Nov 6, 2025
Nov 6, 2025 at 3:43 PM UTC
Winters nascent white falls
on the boughs of orchard branches
and carpets the earth outside my window;
The coating has a strength in it's gentle glow
softening and subduing the landscape
in a pale light, diffused by cloud,
Lifting with the purity of a doves wings
And drifting with a melancholy like ashes,
Settling, like the baseness of bones,
Something bare and beautiful
is reflected outside
in the raw winds of transition,
Out of the dark belly of solstice,
In all the suddenness and subtlety of being
snow flakes are inchoate and bristling.
Jan 11, 2015
Jan 11, 2015 at 8:46 PM UTC