"compartmentalised" poems
Water,
I am,
contained and
compartmentalised in
Earth,
of self similar structures
with fractal dimensions
at various scales,
from the unseen cells
to the whole person, that I am;
and
Air,
permeates all of me,
constantly cycling, in and out,
the breathe of life,
in the blood.
But where is the Fire?
Jun 3, 2019
Jun 3, 2019 at 11:58 AM UTC
I'll be filed away
Compartmentalised heart
No point asking to stay
i no longer have to play my part
Jan 11, 2017
Jan 11, 2017 at 8:07 AM UTC
Your beautiful iris reminds me of a captivating and ancient ice-age.
So, haste ye back to the final origins of the beginning and blink tears from those heavy ducts where chords are a warm and rhythmic expression of your audible silence.
This democratic estate has been compartmentalised and displayed for all to purchase.
Therefore, let us now ***** watchtowers in cross-cultural locations of diminished Gaelic solidarity and submit our souls to the spectres of haunted forests.
How mystical is your awareness, my friend of questionable statements. I lavish your growth in fertile soils, where explanations lay bare their very soul to the wrath of the gods.
Cast it outward and share the spoils of the spell, because sound can be kicked in a forward direction.
Oh, brazen star, I worship your stealth amidst this universal parade of elocutionist conquistadors.
Draw your sword in the rising mist of the dawn and let us nakedly parade around fires of fertility.
Jun 20, 2016
Jun 20, 2016 at 2:02 AM UTC
I get it now.
I finally understand what you meant when you told me you loved me the same... Just less.
You compartmentalised our love; it became a box you would open and indulge in while my touch still reminded you of it's power.
You would crack the lid and let it's light pour over you, let it seep into the deepest cracks of your soul and mend them.
Validate you.
But then my fingertips left your skin to trace the lines of this earth and feel the salt of an ocean continents away.
You have forgotten how my love moved mountains for you.
So now I will lose myself in your letters and bask in our memories with a smile, thanking you for our time together.
You will forever be the boy who taught me how to love completely and recklessly before I knew the pain of heartbreak, and I will always love you the same... Just less.
Aug 29, 2016
Aug 29, 2016 at 8:20 AM UTC
The whistle sounded, the train chugged
The journey began as many unplugged
Fates were rested on solid tracks
Scraps of iron responsible for their backs
Compartmentalised boxes carried varying stories
Some call it a divide, others settle for categories
Some boxes resplendent with ornaments and gilding
Others modest with unembellished finishings
Whatever the setting, the views didn't discriminate
One only had to look out if one had to rejuvenate
The landscapes never spoke, but the passengers listened
As if nature's lyrics were intently written
Each swayed by the drama of their lives
On a journey assumed with predestined stops
No one saw an impending halt
On unfinished tracks and an unexpected drop
If unspoken words were to be exchanged,
What would they have been
If unasked questions were to be answered,
Would they have freed one from within
Nov 18, 2019
Nov 18, 2019 at 9:53 PM UTC
I'm a 40% aqueous solution of earth
Water from below and
Water from above the firmament
Contained and compartmentalised
In self similar structures at various scales
From the unseen to the one you see as me.
Jun 1, 2019
Jun 1, 2019 at 5:26 AM UTC
boxing up is ok
but then you have to find somewhere to put the boxes
Jan 23, 2017
Jan 23, 2017 at 2:23 PM UTC