Down

Reads: 37  | Likes: 0  | Shelves: 0  | Comments: 1

  • Facebook
  • Twitter
  • Reddit
  • Pinterest
  • Invite

Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

Free verse describing the current mood.

Crack, ripple, split into the water I plunge.

What violence throws my body to and fro, holding on to heat as open palms hold on to water.

This water, this force of life now so perversely stealing it from me.

I look to the east and to the west and to the wherever for someone to help but the blank vast whiteness mocks me.

But better to feel how cold it is to freeze than to stand on paper ice wondering...

Insidious dryness, crumbling warmth, stinging comfort.

What is it to feel ok for longer than two minutes flat?

Or do I need to pay for that?

Why fall in love when I can fall through it?

And down into the numbing depths I go.

 

-Composed June 13th in Hell County, CA


Submitted: June 13, 2021

© Copyright 2021 R. Howe. All rights reserved.

  • Facebook
  • Twitter
  • Reddit
  • Pinterest
  • Invite

Add Your Comments:

Comments

panteleon

I like your musing in free verse R.Howe. There is courage in facing the cold, the vast whiteness, the knowledge that thin ice must crack. I liked the term paper ice, as though in your two minutes of happiness your are trying to record disparate emotions before the chilling plunge.

I see from you profile that you are open to read request and I’d like to read your thoughts on, ‘For why this sudden rust of green ?

I am curious about your tribute in iambic pentameter. Maybe the rising rhythm will raise you safely from the numbing depths?

Mon, June 14th, 2021 11:58am

Facebook Comments