Anxious Ears in a Frozen World
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Written: March 15, 2025, for contest Sponsored by: Sara Jama
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Lost in the frozen haze of a bygone era.
are recoupable if you can.
climb out of the haze of despair,
Beyond the places where I walk and linger,
I often feel grumpy—
anxious and ready to leave.
I have become accustomed to a life
that comes to me,
but I don't step out with confidence
as much as I once did.
Rather, I prefer the familiar.
carving it deep into my memory,
to ensure I don't fade away.
After all, what exists without memory?
a compilation of memories
summoned to mind.
a frozen mist induces,
drifts and delays.
The head hunches as hopeful
ears strain to sense.
faint frosty fragments
floundering in the glary glitter.
of icy imprints impeding
their progress.
bouncing boldly in
the pinball pandemonium.
The moments of yesterday—
even those from just an hour ago—
slip away,
lacking shape and substance,
unless I call them back to mind.
Life seems to fade as I sit
in front of a calendar,
counting the years that seem to disappear
and confronting the void spaces
where time must have passed.
I attempt to recall
Everything I have done,
the places I have explored,
and the people I have met.
Everything feels incomplete
unless I can revisit those memories,
If I forget that I exist,
would I simply drift away,
without even noticing?
Ah, the irony of it all.
It’s crucial to find humor
even as parts of me crumble
and scatter in all directions.
Copyright © Sotto Poet | Year Posted 2025
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