At the trembling point
of melting
but its at the freezing point
and I can't feel anything
except tiny vibrations,
for with stillness would come
a discontainment
Author notes
I don't quite remember what this means. Something about feeling like I'm trying so hard to keep everything together to the point that my muscles are trembling with the effort, because I know if I let myself relax for even one moment, I'm going to shatter.
I've been having trouble with words lately though, hence the horribleness of this poem.
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I didn't think this was horrible at all. I think the only thing that didn't work with this poem is all the gerunds ("-ing") in such a short piece. There's trembling, melting, freezing and anything in four lines. It kind of ties up the tongue. But other than that, it was really good and I enjoyed it. I've been here before and the poem did justice to those feelings.
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Makes me think of Mercury (though, I've always had this strange fascination with it) and how it could keep slipping through anything but never breaking its form.
Hm.
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Movement at the molecular level
Hi Stumbles,
Better to melt than to shatter.
Discontainment. Great word choice.
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