#dickinsonian

[nickychandam]

‘Hope’ is the thing with feathers – That perches in the soul – And sings the tune without the words – And never stops – at all – I’ve heard it in the chillest land – And on the strangest Sea – Yet – never – in Extremity, It asked a crumb – of me. Emily Dickinson #hope #dickinsonian #inlove #nonconformist #irrational #darktimes #instagram #nickzchronicles https://www.instagram.com/p/B6nuLTNHxYs/?igshid=cgmkro8q3xep

[existentialquiet]

I marked my essence on Eternity’s wall - e.n

on the elusiveness of identity

I marked my essence on Eternity’s wall, Strained to trace it, for I saw I had written: But could not decipher my intelligible Scrawl.

Lining the floor were Identities as objects Above mourning flowers, poems, an apple bitten, I marked my essence on Eternity’s wall.

With Reason’s magnifying glass, and formulas complex, I examined my letters like a lover smitten, But could not decipher my intelligible Scrawl.

Am I a walking Contradiction? I vex– With a Hand befitting no mitten, I marked my essence on Eternity’s wall.

A hint! Escaped – cruelly does it me perplex I traced again, ungloved Hand now frostbitten But could not decipher my intelligible Scrawl.

I gaze in the mirror, but no light reflects Blinded! I am as good as unwritten. I marked my essence on Eternity’s wall, But could not decipher my intelligible Scrawl.

[lizzyhardison]

[lizzyhardison]

[dickinwhat-blog]

When I moved to DC and realized that everyone else from Dickinson also moved to DC