I want to live in the forest and eat berries and write poetry
This one is not easy.
"Under the skin" suggests you speak of someone outwardly different to your description, nostr:npub1dsdgn279kkzrmuxxq2v686l26k8u97hjkve342zlpqcfsqk4xtpstkl2mp.
Inwardly, emotional, even chaotic (raging as the sea). Tides suggest restlessness; related to blood, restless emotion, ebbing and flowing. Tides are subject to storms, are variable, ultimately destructive of land - the shore where you picture yourself. They may, in this instance, be self destructive. The tall ships, perhaps, the navigating forces of the person's (outwardly) rational, well directed self. Perhaps the flesh is the constraint of land in this imagery - a barrier to self expression in apparent stability. Yet vulnerable to erosion.
It seems you seek to join such an experience. The reference to the old gods is almost Lovecraftian; threatening, dark, unknown - yet exhilarating. Perhaps to be a sacrifice to such is to break personal conventions.
Good luck, but be careful what you wish for!
nostr:npub107qd2wh87g7q6e8mdehhy9u0qf3ryh9ndm9z3zzraeq2zpn6wrcsjxv7p6 none of my wishes are careful, Simon.
I don’t know how you cut right to the heart of everything all the time but you do. Is it a blessing or a curse to see things so clearly?
Gravity is that which anchors us to this reality; that seems the simplest interpretation, nostr:npub1dsdgn279kkzrmuxxq2v686l26k8u97hjkve342zlpqcfsqk4xtpstkl2mp.
Whether those secrets are conscious, whether the refusal is intentional, the result seems the same. The "silent" suffering of one entrapped and wounded.
I can see potential for other readings, but I am uncertain I can make them coherent. They would involve a sense of being pulled apart by various sources of gravity.
nostr:npub107qd2wh87g7q6e8mdehhy9u0qf3ryh9ndm9z3zzraeq2zpn6wrcsjxv7p6 your first impression was correct. Entrapped and wounded has said it more succinctly than I did. Thank you 🖤
While
Gravity’s
Constant
Wounds,
These
Craven veins
Refuse to
Spill their
Secrets
#Poetry #MicroPoetry
https://youtube.com/watch?v=kIu-eevvg_A&feature=shareb
#Music #Deafhaven #Irresistible
nostr:npub1enax4z53pedtnqw2lffelkfecpnl5q4h82yhwrekd7c3cljk4eysvxyyv4 have a wonderful time! 🖤🖤🖤
Under the skin
You rage like
The sea,
Swell and drown
The tall ships,
Your blood
Pulled
In tidal forces,
This flesh a
Hinderance.
Carry me
Away from
Shore,
An offering
To the old gods
That seethe
Beneath your
Waves.
#Poetry #microPoem
nostr:npub12s664gw8hufpkexvm9fq069482wkr2rv6fkm6lr4pwjrexsx38eq2yv20q - your work deserves the praise - you write with the stillness of a deep heart and wise eyes. I run a new magazine/community over here on Kbin, The 13th Floor, and just wanted to invite you to post your work there if you're so inclined - your talent would be most welcome, and you're the first on my list of Fediverse invitees.
nostr:npub1h6gms9c0g3gnav6mg5jcx56r9ak0qmaky22lxyuajs5hhzamz78s7fxxhk that’s so cool! I’m incredibly honored! Thank you!
Our hearts and minds meet
Where our lips and skin cannot.
We are closer still
#Poetry
What chance
That our
Lives would
Collide
In this life
Half dreamt
Wholly wept
From the
Epochs
#Poetry #MicroPoetry
nostr:npub10taam7g404w76f7ze6htnvjpl5924vx72w568g734n5qcdn95h2qgec8jw thank you very much 🖤🖤🖤
VYETV (uh-ye-duh) - v. to go. Ex. VYEKOT (uh-ye-koht). (Don’t go.)
#Mvskoke #Language #Indigenous
“I seek you in the depths of the night
Like a beacon of light you guide my fright
I promise to give you the sweetest sleep
And my shoulder is yours when you weep”
#Music #PetulaClark #CutCopyMe
Within this
Crematorium
Where the
Hours melt
Away like
Flesh from
Bone,
You are
My reckoning.
In a glorious
Yawn of flame
You set me
Ablaze.
#Poetry
“Whatever you say, it's alright
Whatever you do, it's all good
Whatever you say, it's alright”
https://youtube.com/watch?v=d8TrkCObypE&feature=shareb
#Music #Bush #LettingTheCablesSleep
nostr:npub107qd2wh87g7q6e8mdehhy9u0qf3ryh9ndm9z3zzraeq2zpn6wrcsjxv7p6 my unpredictability is part of my allure, I know 🤣
The think about coffee is I’m gonna have more
Let me be
The moon
When she
Hides her
Face,
Suffering
Shadow
But still
Whole
#Poetry