fluidity
a stream of consciousness
i believe i have become fluid
that was my goal, wasn't it?
- unfixedness. TICK!
certainly, i don't know where i begin or i end
anymore
and the surface tension doesn't help
no
i am successfully shifting shapelessly
from one form to the next
quite unable to get a purchase on what's going on
have i won?
oh, the judgement...
i need more eyes
so many eyes
i am a droplet on a glass microscope slide
morphing in and out of focus
a perpetuity in jamais
"This... oh, yes... this... no, maybe not."
my surface tension crawls with a rash of red alert
it itches
such a lot
but i am too small to make a splash of it
i shall just sit out of water
with sores
not sures
shivering from the bends
looking into a glaring emergent horizon
wondering if my tide will ever come in
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Caroline Jane
CJ lost the plot a long time ago. Now, she writes to explore where all paths lead, collecting crumbs of perspective as her pen travels. One day, she may have enough for a cake, which will, no doubt, be fruity.
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Standing While Falling
Quotation from Friedrich Nietzsche "He who wrestles long with monsters should beware lest he himself become a monster. And if you gaze long into an abyss, the abyss also gazes into you. Man is not destroyed by suffering, but by the meaning he makes of it."
By LUCCIAN LAYTH5 days ago in Critique
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Ohhh this is a gem of conscious awareness! I thoroughly enjoyed it AND am going back for my third read. That word "unfixedness..." I like it a lot.
soo pure
What a fascinating stream! Gosh, I really love that last line, and felt myself relating so much to the morphing in and out of focus 🥰
This was so good. I loved the unique structure
Fabulously written! Go Caroline!!
Brilliantly penned!!!❤️❤️💕
The last line ties in the meaning of the poem so well. The tide metaphor is like you’re saying, when will you be able to move from where you are. To have a lasting effect, instead of being cursed with a predictable state that sometimes feels like a mess…
Very cleverly written Caroline, or maybe well titled!! Either way I really enjoyed this read! 😊
Such a great title that blossomed with all the following brilliant imagery! Very well done, Caroline!
WOW! I love how you captured the fluidity here. Very well done!
This makes me think of how small we are. Just tiny droplets forever shifting to keep up in this gigantic universe. Then I look down and see this tiny fruit fly sitting on my plate with the toast. Just sitting there, politely waiting for me to finish so he can have the leftovers, and my brain turns to mush. Should I squish the life out of him or leave the poor bugger alone. In the end, I saved him some raspberry jam. P.S. I have no idea where I'm going with this, but hey. Fluidity.
Such a tremulous droplet. But water moves mountains with its shifting.
OMG - I missed a line out when I typed it up earlier. Somebody pass me a paddle! Fixed now! Argh!!
Deeply evocative and resonates with a profound sense of transformation and uncertainty. Love this! 💌
Conscious thoughts...have we mastered the streamed poem, very deep words here.
What a very fine and fluid examination of the subconscious; well procured!
This made me think of the times I spend disassociating while staring blankly ahead. Loved your poem!
Another frickin' Top Story if ever I saw one. See, I've said it...they need to make it happen. I was hoping for more fluids in this, but I am but a child. This was beautiful and incredibly relatable in some ways. I do so love how your brain works, Caroline. Well done!