The mind accepts this as: The mind accepts this as solidly true but there is this niggling and not unfounded for reasons outside of poetry's scope that ails. It's a feeling that shall morph and pass, but it was there and had wielded its potency. Again, thank you
Quite an an electrified: Quite an an electrified meditation on evolution and human consciousness, blending scientific wonder with raw emotion and surreal imagery. It moves from tide pools and yeasts to ego-dissolving ancestors and psychedelic visions, suggesting that our drive to connect, feel, and understand is just as essential as our biological instincts. Beneath the sprawling language lies a deeply personal pulse; yearning for legacy, recognition, and redemption amid a world spinning toward crisis. It’s messy, magnificent, and mournful, holding both celebration and regret in the same breath.
This poem is raw and: This poem is raw and powerful; flowing like a confession caught in a storm. There’s an aching weight in the voice,
but also defiance threaded through the pain. It could be a story of someone not just surviving betrayal,
but finding fierce purpose in the fight for their children’s peace.
And the final image:“so that maybe they can one day find calmer seas,” seems to strike like a silent vow.
It's harrowing and beautiful all at once. The metaphor of drowning becomes something more than just water:
it’s emotional erasure, injustice, gaslighting, and yet the speaker clings to truth and love as lifelines.