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