Casey Lee Williams
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“a body unmoving” poem
🕑 Added 2024-12-04 21:00:01 +0000 UTC⚠️ Content warning: Mentions/themes of death and nihilism ⚠️
Hey folks :)
This week I’m sharing a little something that I wrote recently. I was listening to some of my favorite ambient songs from artists like Aphex Twin, Bibio, Godspeed You! Black Emperor, and Photay on my way home, and I caught myself in a moment. As soon as I parked, I started thinking about bodies (that of human beings, animals, etc.) and their place in the world. I thought about life and death and the differences and similarities between them. I do tend to lean into pretty nihilistic views when I get deep in thought about this kind of stuff, but I like to think it’s a positive kind of nihilism. I am comforted by the idea that my body, and all of the matter around me, are all made of the same thing. When the pressures and trials of life are suffocating me, I try my best to breathe deep, stay hopeful, and make peace with the fact that I’m just a floating body in this vast universe! I am so grateful to be experiencing all of the emotions that come with existence, and I’m so happy to be a part of this world. I don’t have any concrete views on an “afterlife,” but I do know that I’m very okay with the idea of my body becoming one with the rest of the earth, the air, the other creatures, and the universe again. I hope you like this poem I wrote called “a body unmoving.”
It remains still
The way it always knew it would
Hoping to become an instrument
A motivator
An all-encompassing and ever-flexing muscle
But it never quite made it
Due to one reason or another
It remains unmoving
Breathing in the toxins of truck exhaust and the sweet aroma of flowers nearby
The ash stains, the crumbs, even the tiniest molecules of accumulated dust that make up the smell of a sofa
Hearing the endless rapping and tapping of the leaves and insects
Feeling the incessant burrowing of creatures far below and chattering of those on the surface
Remaining still
Frozen in time, until
A gentle and gradual pulse
It’s ever-so-slightly moving
By what means of life or inspiration, it has not a clue
The lack of motion could curse it no more
And it relinquishes all aspect of control or manipulation
It succumbs to that which moves it
And slowly, it becomes one
With the air
The exhaust
The flowers
The dust
The sofa
The creatures
And the dirt
It need not worry about moving
Anymore
Comments
Lucas
To be able to accept life in its entirety. A very valuable skill.
DRaven275
Simply beautiful. Always love reading the works of a fellow poet!
