falls to the ground as a solid
thumps against the earth as if they were always one
rolls to the side
and ceases all movement
waiting to trip you from the bottom up
to rip out what's left of your heart.
is an entity
at play with your mind
and she's making the world so cold
as to stop time and freeze what's left of your soul.
there's nothing like autumn in alaska.
two weeks' time
and every leaf dances from every tree
in its beautiful shade of yellow
an escapist all its own
mimicking your wanderlust
and the tapestry, though short-lived
-maybe he could be thinking about you in the long run.
-i doubt it.
because if he was
he would fucking talk to me
and he never does anymore.
I was at work and helpin a friend with her anatomy..ive never had anatomy before but she asked and i flipped through her text book glossary to see if i could find something useful. the question was why is cortisone and its derivatives able to pass through derma-membranes when theyre supposed to be impermiable. to find out cortisone is a protien and therefore stronger and can sneak its way through.... why am i telling you this? I misread the word permanence in your title thinking it was the word permeable. my bad.
on to the poem.
The impermanence is snow? it can make you slip and fall when you walk, its an obstacle, but remember its not always going to be there...it'll get out of your way or you can just melt it with an electric heater. I especially like the the way you personify temperature, making her this antagonist with godly powers over nature. very cool. the description of an alaskan autumn is lovely and concludes the two preluding stanzas beautifully. ending the piece with delicate imagery. each of those stanzas seem impersonal till the last lines..."your heart" "your soul" and "your wanderlust". taking the pretty imagery and applying it to something deeper, more meaningful.
The last few lines, that consciousness waging war inside your head, all that frustration with wanting that some one to be with you. whether its your fauly, their fault, circumstances. its sucks. but do know that if you you had left it at the three stanzas you would have had a very pretty piece.
and take it from me, just because some one doesnt talk to you doesnt mean they dont think of you once in awhile. just maybe space is needed? i dont know the situation, but i hope you find some peace of mind.