There is nothing more invigorating
than the free mind
but library fines, steal my dimes
and
socialites
make impact.
I wish I was floating free
in outer space.
How long would I last
before I became lonely?
I lose things,
and when I find them,
it’s a new relationship.
I lose friends
and they don’t know me.
I lose my life.
It’s so difficult to keep track of things.
Women grow cold
I can’t warm them up.
I wonder why
an ice planet stays frozen for trillions of years
before the sun blows up.
A black hole
sucks the light
out of outer space.
There is no mother earth,
and
frozen dinosaurs can’t read.
They thaw and bleed,
like a steak
heated by volcanoes,
like a barbecue in January.
Snowmen
melting
for the meal
they cannot taste.
We begin to breathe
and we begin to die.
How do we know which one we are doing?
If you can’t answer that,
you’re frozen.
Wow! Amazing usage of words, Andy! “frozen dinosaurs can’t read.” and “like a barbecue in January.” are truly awesome!
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Hey, I’m glad that you liked the poem Harshi! The rise and fall of writing is interesting. Sometimes, we focus on imagery and sometimes, philosophy. The soul goes through seasons, sometimes, in only a couple days.
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Andy!!! You’ve articulated it so beautifully! 💕 ‘The soul goes through seasons’, indeed!
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Wonderful poetry! 🤗🥰💕✨
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Thanks, Flowerpot! 🙂
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