The day presses in,
and the air runs thin enough
to split the skin
at my mouth’s border.
Heat gathers,
insisting on its own direction,
and I move with it,
not for triumph,
but because standing still
has its own cost.
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crypticbard (Pseudonym) (
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Cryptic, although quite clear in its images, the poem meaning is somewhat enigmatic. It is the last line that is the most clear lack of action or standing still always has a high cost. As they say it is harder to hit a moving target. Nicely written my friend.
And that is a perfect image, a moving target 🎯 is indeed harder to hit 🙏🏻🕊️
Your poem explores the tension between movement and stillness, and the inevitable passage of time. It reflects on the struggle to navigate the pressures of life while acknowledging the costs associated with both action and inaction.
Thank you, dear Friendship. Every day is a new opportunity 🙏🏻🕊️
Good write A.
Thank you O.
My friend, this is quietly powerful…heat insisting, body moving, not to win but because stopping would cost more. You named that truth so well. Loved this, arqios. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Thanks for putting a smile on the dial, Tittu 🙏🏻🕊
We must always move on Rik.
Andy
Indeed we do, Andy 🙏🏻🕊️
If you stand still in this world, the next generation will trample past you.
In saying that, they have to get out of their bed first.
Ahaha 🤣 yarr!
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