Pick is conflicted by self-ness
She rarely ponders or introspects but it is a weird evening
Pan, her cousin, would never understand, so she will not bother.
She stands at the edge of the swamp,
Was she coming or going?
It is important as water by day is her refuge
Where she is murky, muddled, and angry
Dragging things down, she revels at
their drownings.
She has a quota, and she is not afraid to fill it.
Six kills daily, or she will not get to be her night-self.
Her night-self is what Pick lives for; she loves being good.
Goodness comes forth when she steps onto land;
Good by night, bad by day.
It is her curse,
She can share with no one.
She hesitates at the bank.
Is it dusk or is it daylight?
She has lost track of herself,
and it really does matter...
Categories:
introspects, fairy, fantasy,
Form: Free verse
ROLL UP
I can’t go down
In time replenish
Seek refill the void
A vacuum in existence
Bungling energies crumble
Like a young seedling break
I can’t pay
That in introspects adventure relish
Of time it could have been
It won’t be any nostalgia, perhaps
I will not take that road
destined to the midst nay
Since an impossible route it is
I will embark embrace
Anticipated ventures draw
Inventions of a raw heart cherish
The past though scented
Will be a tool pronounce renounce
Till it is not a mirage any more
Categories:
introspects, childhood, destiny,
Form: Prose
an as is moment
summer introspects my view-
time evaporates
Ekphrasis on Raul's photo
Categories:
introspects, introspection, seasons
Form: Haiku