#unstill

[typingoverworld]

Unstill

A mournful wind sighs across the water Rippling, flowing, silent, unstill A boat rises to hear its cries Creaking, groaning, moaning, unstill A hollowed tree drops its last leaf Falling, floating, drifting, unstill A ripple from the leaf laps at the shore Bowing, groveling, giving, unstill A bird sings to the coming dawn Laughing, twittering, flying, unstill For nothing is still

Alysha @ Typingoverworld

[monstruktor]

Spiritum

A promise appears with life. A breathe, then another and a loop emerges. Bounded to me, to the archaic assumptions of existence and of that possible greatness, we are defeated by a thought alone. Sadness is the exchange we carry deep within our organs, as if air is not enough. Happiness completes the exchange system of demise. Sealed inside our vascular psyche. Still, as ignorance, as a…

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[sufisoulselective]

* It is not For the threads, To question The Weaver’s will. But to be woven And, to be still. And yet, Here we are, Writhing. • • #sufisoulpoetry #unstill #existentialpoem #poetsofinstagram #poemsporn #poets

[besmirchthis]

Language is one of the principal forms our curiosity takes. It makes us restless.

Lyn Hejinian, ‘The Rejection of Closure’

[besmirchthis]

I am still moving one wave twicewashed these are pas- times voice of evening half local gold half peregrine red Where the escaped and their frolic nobody knows aslant

Susan Howe, The Midnight

[besmirchthis]

unstillness unstillness unstillness