Right Twice A Day
abundant with evidence of life
Frozen
like the earth
under thirty-two inches
of snowfall and all
I have to do
is prove I'm alive
so someone can find me.
It's not impossibly
deep, but without humanly
stirrings, I'm merely
a preserving
of what has been
rather than a dedication
to the future.
I promised her
we would chase dreams
who were the only
companions during lonely
hours in the library
when no one came
to read and we
were lost among the
stories of others.
Frozen
like time
on a clock whose
battery has died
and is only right
twice a day.
Dysfunction
has never felt
as unbearable as when
it betrays passion.
Rooted for so long,
clothed in moss, movement
feels wrong because
I don't understand
if it's safe to stray
from apathy.
Frozen
like a lake, stagnant
yet abundant
with evidence
of life.
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Sam Eliza Green
Wayward soul, who finds belonging in the eerie and bittersweet. Poetry, short stories, and epics. Stay a while if you're struggling to feel understood. There's a place for you here.
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In the field which I work in, I have learned many things, and of those things, I would most certainly say that the most valuable tool I have in my arsenal, which has the greatest capability of helping to not just bridge the gaps, that exist when communication barriers are present, it allows for the true establishment of authentic connection, this tool is none other than Compassion. I take time each and every morning, to reflect on the experiences I have had, and when I began doing this initially, I had much more than yesterday to reflect on, I had years of trauma which had been left in the darkness, having had no light truly shed upon them for a substantial duration of time. When something happens to us, of either a smaller less significant impact, or something of a greater, more significant impact, we must always ensure that we take the time to analyze, and process these events, regardless of how big or little they may be.
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I don't know how you do it. There is in all of your work this idea of something powerful just sitting and waiting, not sure of itself but knowing that it has something to offer, but just not sure how to do it successfully. It's that paradox, that knowing what you are and liking what you are but knowing that that may not be the right fit or what is wanted or needed... I don't know. But that's what I get when I read your stuff.
You write how I feel when I'm pulling the string of a sweater to make a pile of beautiful something different. Not sure how to explain that..just I like it.
Beautiful!
This format lends so much credence to the feelings. Well structured.
There's a real kind of inertia here.