One side says love.
Another says hate.
A third wants to be alone.
The fourth, says wait.
"Just hug her!" a new one says,
"Just give it a shot!"
And the guy just rages
and starts to get hot.
I want them to stop,
to just shut up!
The mind's water is brimming,
starting to fall from the cup.
This would make a good poem,
a part in me laughs.
The burning one threatens
to break her in half.
They all argue, all debate,
they beat at each other.
From here it resembles
fighting sisters, and brother.
So here I sit, in my mind,
trying to decide who is right.
Until then, I will sit,
and think deep into the night...
I absolutely adore this poem. I love the line, "The burning one threatens to break her in half". You do a really good job of metaphors too, like "starting to fall from the cup".
ReplyDeleteI really like the imagery presented by the water, like emotion, 'boiling over' and spilling out into the world. I think this situation and feeling. I connect it to swimming in the summer, or more importantly standing at the edge of the pool in summer. It seems as if a million voices are screaming in your head: "do it!" "what if its feezing" "what if I swallow water" "its not deep enough" "Its so hot out here" "I can't do it, I can't do it." The moment you leave the edge of the pool their is an extreme feeling of release, and the pleasant yet anxiety-inducing sensation of freefall. Sometimes that first breath after the hit of water is one of refreshing joy, other times it is a gasp of fear. The cold has stolen the breath from my lungs and I soon steal myself away to a chair and towel on the hot deck. Still, I don't think I could ever bear easing myself in at the stairs.
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