#mia writes poetry

[genericpoetryblog]

Whalefall (Final Edit)

To sink a behemoth, Displacing gallons of incomprehensible measurement, Feeding villages to civilizations on blubber and marrow.

To bequeath a legacy, Of decade filled descendants and ecosystem genesis, Growing generations uncountable of hagfish and plankton.

To birth a lineage, Evolutionary fractals of kinetic biodiversification, Footprinting beyond fossil record where blue bleeds abyssal.

To submerge an ascension, Where rising demiurge grasps reflection in fraying corpse-fat, Haloed by bacterial mats and winged in polychaeta.

To devour an apotheosis, Renamed microscopic and leviathan in one airless gasp, Gorged bountiful of divinity dispersed from bone and flesh.

To conclude a promise, Life renewed in matching exchange of a single lived, Archimedean overflow flushing Lethe’s tidal shallows in rebirth

[musings-n-museums]

i'll still harbor your love in my heart. promise.

loml, taylor swift || calyspo, george hitchcock || i'm not sorry for loving you, jorge rivera-herrans || la la land, damien chazelle || pink in the night, mitski || (credits in images..)

[quotefeeling]

Sometimes an understanding silence was better than a bunch of meaningless words.

Mia Sheridan, Archer’s Voice

[perfectfeelings]

Sometimes an understanding silence was better than a bunch of meaningless words.

Mia Sheridan, Archer’s Voice

[resqectable]

Sometimes an understanding silence was better than a bunch of meaningless words.

Mia Sheridan, Archer’s Voice

[perfectquote]

Sometimes an understanding silence was better than a bunch of meaningless words.

Mia Sheridan, Archer’s Voice

[thoughtkick]

Sometimes an understanding silence was better than a bunch of meaningless words.

Mia Sheridan, Archer’s Voice

[thehopefulquotes]

Sometimes an understanding silence was better than a bunch of meaningless words.

Mia Sheridan, Archer’s Voice

[stay-close]

Sometimes an understanding silence was better than a bunch of meaningless words.

Mia Sheridan, Archer’s Voice

[perfeqt]

Sometimes an understanding silence was better than a bunch of meaningless words.

Mia Sheridan, Archer’s Voice

[surqrised]

Sometimes an understanding silence was better than a bunch of meaningless words.

Mia Sheridan, Archer’s Voice

[genericpoetryblog]

oh! so it isn't MEANT to be a specific shifter, that's actually the thesis of this poem!

I like things to have multiple interpretations and meanings to various people, and the concept of shapeshifting has a lot of unexplored emotion to it whether you prefer to play in the space of just shifters as literally werewolves or as an extended metaphor of becoming and unbecoming, things you're happy to turn into but sad you've left behind. That even if one is shifting forms on purpose, there's always something left behind when you're chasing the high of becoming the next thing.

If we go with werewolves, the elation of drawing deep from the well of strength, moonlight and frenzy may be dampened in moments where one realizes what they cannot feel through the armor of fur and claw. Gaining some senses but losing others etc etc.

so tldr, to any inquiry on 'is the poem about [thing]?' the answer's always 'if you'd like it to be, yes!'

Shifter

it is easy to envy the shifter who runs with canid grace and flies on borrowed bones who hears metaphor in whalesong and drinks deep ultraviolet radiance

but what of the loss of such gifts with every shift?

we, landbound, tasting flight with our eyes forever cast skyward mourn every pang of loss upon waking from that dream of wing and loft and break

so how must the shifter feel?

with a thousand phantom limbs a hundred phantom senses mourning loss of seal language when in a form without ears doleful glare at sweet berries while a carnivoran tongue cannot taste its kiss hot tea left un-drunk in a garden where eyes no longer reach the full spectrum

a price must be made for each gift purchased and I know not whether I could stand the strain of a life in such elated grief

[musings-n-museums]

for the soulmates & people wanting to believe it's fate

road to hell (reprise) from hadestown by anais mitchell // francesca by hozier // orphée et eurydice performed by lyric opera of chicago // san junipero from black mirror written by charlie brooker // hanap-hanap by james reid and nadine lustre // run away with me from killer track by starkid // la la land directed by damien chazelle // excerpt from euripides // all things end by hozier // soulmates directed by min yong-geun

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[quotefeeling]

Sometimes an understanding silence was better than a bunch of meaningless words.

Mia Sheridan, Archer’s Voice

[inn0centru1ns]

To live is to perform.

Cradle me closely before the dawn of suffocation.

[resqectable]

Sometimes an understanding silence was better than a bunch of meaningless words.

Mia Sheridan, Archer’s Voice