An esoteric sonnet for today. Esoteric because I’m also not sure what it means, but feel free to put forth your interpretations. Quite frankly, I’m not sure I’m happy with this one, but poems are never really done or perfect and if I’m going to write 365 of these I have to be fine with having a few in there that I’m not super jazzed about. I have had that sentence “A quality of light” noted down in my notebook for a really long time and it’s been itching to find a place to be written. I don’t know if this is actually its place, but it can live here until I find a better one. The rhyme scheme is quite simple, less complex than a “proper” sonnet, but Petrarch can’t tell me what to do because he is, most likely, dead.
My music recommendation for today is Going to Alaska
Thawing Anima Mundi
The heat is coming, it shines so bright.
I can’t quite place it, maybe a quality of light
But I can’t make out the glaciers and their movements
it’s like they’re frozen more than usual.
I can see the brown grass poking through the snow
it reaches down to places where no one will ever go
down where alchemists experiment under snowy features.
What does it take to thaw them out, release these extinct creatures?
With a start the world is moving, gushing into rivers
and I can finally see this world so cold it makes me shiver.
I place my fingers on the ice, washing them all clean.
I have been forgiven by this great machine
It runs on you, it runs on me, and it will run forever
I let the cold deep in my bones, feel a little warmer.
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