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Friday, August 1, 2025

Gravitas




For every poem

I put here,

there are four more

never shared,

around six never written

and twenty-seven partially thought out.


For every word

that hits the body like a pointed

icicle, fractured from the eave,

whistling, shattering, dripping in ink

and finally melting into nothing

in the strong daylight of to dos-


there is still, every chance

for a point to form 

itself. And so I just let gravity

weigh the choice-

to keep holding on or simply

let it melt away. 



Painting by Pekka Halonen, 'Rock covered in ice and snow' c. 1911, Finnish National Gallery, Public domain, via Wikimedia Commons.

Gravitas

For every poem I put here, there are four more never shared, around six never written and twenty-seven partially thought out. For every word...