I Throw Things Out

I Throw Things Out

The era tumbles and closes
with the clang of a lid
I shift through the density
of old days and interests
in an exploration of what I need
to continue, what can I carry
inside the present embodiment
of myself
It is Autumn and I am younger
than is effective for my age
There is a wild light within
that worries itself with wandering
that postures at any given moment
before the tyranny of adapting
I am blinded with fallen stars
and circling vacant fields
where nothing has landed
There is grace in the search
just as there is a wisp of pleasure
in throwing out, emptying,
waiting for new days,
patting my plans with hands
that have shaped a world
in miniature

Reviews

[Shimmerbliss/CAF]

You write so beautifully, and you make it flow effortlessly. The feelings I always get when i read your work stir my heart. So much beauty here in its bittersweet...

"It is Autumn and I am younger
than is effective for my age
There is a wild light within" Love this especially!

"I am blinded with fallen stars" and this

I love all of it.

[Phibby Venable]

your words made my day, thank u so much...

[jacob erin-cilberto]

you are such a prolific writer...this is beautiful...

and reminds me of me..trying to wade through the density of the past.

move in a different direction, follow a new star, reshape my world...

good stuff. and so relatable.

jacob

[Phibby Venable]

I am so glad u can relate...it is odd growing older, although it is the natural run of things...still, sometimes it is like carrying around an adult that you can't be too sure you know very well