[poem] Survival

[kaberett]

The clouds that scud across the the heavens of my moods
are only water, for all they cast me into intermittent
shade. The tears that scour my face are only water, too;
so too my thunderstorms, so too the streams
through which I tread, on which I float, reminded
I can move. My heartbeat echoes through the spaces
between atoms. I am two-thirds water: I'm
composed of opposing forces; it's
the water with which I quench my thirst that snows
bitter-cold upon the seedlings in the garden of my soul.
I am two-thirds water. I am whole.

Comments

[birke]

I like this one, too, especially the first and last lines.

[kaberett]

Thank you :-)

[alexseanchai]

I like the tears line.

[kaberett]

Thank you! To my irritation I realised on the train tonight that I'd left out the bit about tides, and I'm not quite happy with the way the bit about opposing forces sits, so that's going to get reworked, but I will try to let you know when I've got a redraft I'm happy with ;)

[cosmolinguist]

This made me smile a lot.

[kaberett]

\o/ Thank you for letting me know. ♥

[raze]

Beautiful imagery.

[kaberett]

Thank you. I have been having Many Feels About Water recently, heh.

[vass]

♥

[kaberett]

<3

[davidgillon]

O.M.G.

[kaberett]

Hah! Thank you :-)

[inoru_no_hoshi]

<33

[kaberett]

♥!

[worlds_of_smoke]

♥

[kaberett]

<3!

[kafj]

Oh, lovely. Something about the two-thirds is getting me right in the feels.

[kaberett]

I have been having a lot of feels about the ways I use water as metaphor vs the ways it is my actuality, heh.

Thank you for saying!