Stream of Consciousness
Frost's Grasp
Dear, whomever this letter reaches, In the desperation, last ditched notion of legacy, I wrote it. I want to remember, to hold onto the feeling of the quiet cold of the world awakening and the bite across my bare pale flesh as the sun shines, though its power is bereft and left us. I sit and ponder existence, purchase and agency as my skin becomes taut and blemished by the pierce of the frozen, meeting the warmth that still pumps through my body. The frost has taken its grip at Jack Frost’s behest. When you channel power toward a cause—one you have no reason to belong to—do you truly have agency? Especially when Jack’s bitter hand rests on your shoulder, promising a better future than the past you’ve endured.
By Paul Stewart2 years ago in Poets
When Good and Evil Sing
I don’t like to hear evil sing as loud as good. Sometimes, evil sings loudest. But, good has already triumphed and sung the final note, if you think about it all. Yin and yang doesn’t make sense because good has overcome. Do we see the good loud and clear all the time? No. Sometimes, no. But good is on the way. Justice, is the wrapping paper that covers good. Sometimes justice gets torn and thrown away but it was used to usher in good. It had worth, even though it tarried along the way. When evil takes the stage, remember good already dropped the mic and nothing in history or truth can simply change that.
By Rowan Finley 2 years ago in Poets
