Awake, in this
floating state I wonder:
what brings me this tingle -
this rushing -
this blood beating heavy.
These particles inside me
come close - just barely :
a whisper – collision
then slowly explode.
In pieces I’m drifting,
in corners of spaces
I see myself there - over there - and here too.
I search for lost treasure
It’s buried in emerald
digging and digging
this pull far below
This high causes buzzing
it rings all around me
it creeps up like
(madness) that’s lived all along.
Time: quiet, laughing.
we clasp on
and let go
of versions we once held.
Finding myself floating in a dark room
next to someone who resembles
salt grains in glaciers floating
never falling, nor traversing the cold blue
that encompasses her in summer,
the same as winter.
She could melt like wax museum stereotypes
to fit in with her friends’ mellow-hype.
If only her salt would lighten up
and float to the top like angel dust,
or like back handed nuanced gossip
that perpetually floats to the top
minding less the density and more the intensity.
Myself? I’m the crisp frost
blowing all encompassing; deliverance for
her eternal encasement from exposure.
So as the paralytic incubator to never
be chipped and pollinated
with freckles of light to make salt-water.
A coldly desperate child may make an igloo
from me, but there is only one structure that
they will never see, that she will always be.
She’s the reason the glacier moves unseen.
i have a poem to write
about a little bird
who chirped and chirped
all day in his cage
without ever being heard
then one day there was a girl
in her chest she heard a pound
startled she stopped, she looked about,
hey! what’s that sound?
It thudded and thudded
her panic it grew
it threw her to the floor
where there she wept
for 30 nights
or so the story goes…
she wept and grieved, her heart
into countless tiny pieces
and when she rose
she heard the birds song
now she sees
now she hears
now she knows
-Sofia Kohl Enggren
It is important to always keep your good character - and always live by it even if:
1.) Others don’t notice
2.) Others don’t have the same sense of character.
Keep your good heart always, your good character strong - you noticing that within yourself is a reward all it’s own.