we’re not meant to stand still

do you know how long we’ve been here?
our souls are covered with dust
hearts unable to see rust
all over bones

if not for dawn taking turns with dusk
for earth traipsing around sun
we’d be stuck in the past

comfort attached to being unchanged
useless currency
you can’t even purchase memories
with same old promises

I emptied my backpack
making room for new pebbles
I’ll pick up along the way

may we soon overgrow this stagnant state
rendering us safe
but more deadened
by the day

~~~

Listen here.

For #WhisperingNeds 141, ‘stasis/aspic/amber/pickles/preserve/sameness’.

© annie scribes 2019
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alternative solution

after failed attempts
to address symptoms

I’ve concluded that
the root cause of
this gnawing pain

is the entire
environment

it’s not feasible
to change the garden

so I will move
the wilting flower

~~~

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all rights reserved

nothing out of nothing

craving for an omelette
weary of cracking the egg

pan stands empty
on the stove

perfect recipe
on paper
never on the plate
to savor

~~~

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all rights reserved