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strike the earth. forge the sun. brand the sky. he/him // poetry and all music: @naktigonis.bsky.social

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Teliavelis @teliavelis.bsky.social · 22/01/2025

stagnant 2021-02-15 15:06 Scotland (crosspost from twitter - a poem about executive dysfunction, solitude, and the cyclicality of motivation)

A poem titled 'stagnant', typed in all lowercase, in light green letters over a greyish olive green background. image 1 of 4.

in the night of dark skies,
under stars in the wind,
i stand tall with my legs firmly planted
in the waters below -

in the murky, the cold,
the swamp-like, stagnant pond;
as it soaks through my shoes and the old sole,
while the starving winds blow.

full of autumnal leaves,
and of algae and weeds -
in this soporous sludge rest my cold feet,
rest unmoved like a stone,

growing moss like a rock,
drawing moisture below
while mycelium covers my body,
as it withers alone.

A poem titled 'stagnant', typed in all lowercase, in light green letters over a greyish olive green background. image 2 of 4.

darkened clouds draw the sky -
grim artisinal strokes, -
and a night without light is now pastels
to this canvas of moss.

wasting, wasting away -
wasting time, wasting self, -
i grow stalagmite-heavy, now falling
through the past that is lost.

in a well-pool of time -
where all memories drown, -
i now lie, clinging on to the fragile,
fleeting whispers of light.

broken tree, blighted field,
fleeting chaff in the wind,
and the gusts - oh the gusts! - they surrender
to the stillness of night.

A poem titled 'stagnant', typed in all lowercase, in light green letters over a greyish olive green background. image 3 of 4.

but there'll once come a day
when the well-pool will dry,
when the night without lights shall cross over
to the ash-embered sky;

when the soil turns and shakes,
when abyss turns to flame,
and the gusts - oh, the gusts! - they'll remember
how to roar and to cry.

when that hour will strike
and the clouds burn ablaze,
i shall rise, with my legs firmly planted
in the well-pool no more.

from the smouldering, hot,
the dry cradle of time
i shall walk, setting foot on the ashes
while the vengeful winds roar.

A poem titled 'stagnant', typed in all lowercase, in light green letters over a greyish olive green background. image 4 of 4.

i may shake, maybe fall,
maybe fall apart whole,
but among all the soot and the fires
into which i am cast

like a ravenous beast
i will revel and feast,
'til again i'll grow stalagmite-heavy,
fall once more through the past.

then i'll land with a splash
in the cradle of time,
as it floods with a crystalline ocean,
and the flames dim their glow.

then the night of dark skies
shall again ride the wind,
and i'll sleep as i drown in the sopor -
in the waters below.

2021-02-15 15:06
Scotland

Reposted by Teliavelis

Arlene Butler@arlenebutler.bsky.social @arlenebutler.bsky.social · 17/10/2024