Still

A traveling bard

Hum~mmms
Divines of stories told
as worlds unfold—
Her petals welcome
The dawn-morning-day suns.

The nectar, sweet
draws them near
but fear
deters their tender feet.

Ears hear the song
but feet are still.

There she sits.
And still she sits
and still she sits
and still she sits.

Still.
They sit.
She Hum~mmms

Still.

And the earth Hum—
—mmms

vibrates with life
trembling
urging
motion
But there is stillness
Theirs is stillness.

Still.

She pluck-pluck-plucks
something
spectacular.
Her fingers, raw
Her lute, singing.

Toes tappity-tap
tip-tappity-tip-tap.
They rise to feet
and greet with smiles.
While still she plucks
taps turn to
Dancing.

The earth is not so harsh,
they find.
Flowering, fanciful desire
they fall into each other’s arms.
And though the music grows hush
She still pluck-pluck-plucks
something
spectacular.

They discover
each other
Trembling
lust
Trembling
love
Trembling
losing
love
Trembling
lingering
lost love
aches
Trembling
sadness, solitude
hapless happiness
healthy loss
still, Trembling,
they arise again, anew—
They always do.
—she tells.

The earth still Trembles
and Hum~mmms;
the lute still sings,
her silent stories echo …

The wind lifts her scent
and always will
until her petals fold
Still.

I wrote this as a response to some unrest being experienced in my life—not to my life, directly, but in response to how major events experienced by friends and family (who I hold very dear) are affecting my experience.
Which is a strange realization—life changes, carrying us on a jolting emotional rollercoaster.
I find myself re-evaluating my ideologies and relationships.
But my routine still remains the same. We still know how to survive.
And still the world continues on, indifferent.

In this, I experimented with the emotions of words—particularly, how a word (‘trembling’) can change emotional context by being paired with (often few) other words.
This also inspired an introspective examination of the word ‘still.’
Semantically, ‘Still’ can imply motionlessness, or, conversely, the continuation of motion.
One can state that the quality of ‘stillness’ refers to the continuation of a pattern of motion in the absence of change OR that ‘stillness’ is the continuation of time in the absence of motion.

Still—it’s all a matter of perspective, it seems!

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