collection of me being a silly goose (poetry)

my little lake of languor and laziness

One cannot see their reflection in ice.
The gelid state of their pond burns to touch
It burns to look at. The deaths of the fishies
Scorched into their innocent pupils -
Eyes that are disappointed due to ice.

But one cannot view their reflection in boiling water.
Bubbles and vapour obfuscate visibility:
Clarity is lost due to constant movement.
The movement of ideas, thoughts, emotions.
All unpredictable, uncontrollable.

Neither the boiling water nor the ice are apt for reflection.
Do not let your pond get too cold, as to kill what resides within it.
However, be wary to not heat it too much,
For the pain stemming wherein is, too, far greater than one can endure.

hehe i lied that there'd be no poem, i actually did manage to write smth fr

first published march 4

a/n 10/2/24: i remember being proud of the metaphor for this one kinda fr. not very good and i could probably rewrite it to make it better and maybe one day fr