This is in response to the Big Tent Poetry prompt for this week -- a poem about repeating myself. The third stanza was inspired by the Wiki article on immiscible metals. This also works for the Poetic Asides prompt "Like (blank)".
ad nauseam
OR
Like Water on Lotus Leaves
OR
Like Water on Lotus Leaves
Like water on lotus leaves,
my voice curls up and rolls off the surface of your ears.
Walls swallow up my refrain, imbibing the hurt silently,
The hollowness inside echoes in the foundations.
Like liquid mercury,
my words roll off you and disappear forever.
Too insubstantial for your attention or your grasp.
The poison invades the insides of our world.
Like immiscible metals, we cannot alloy.
We freeze and separate into layers.
How many more times, before I am finally heard?
How much worse, before it gets better?
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How much worse, before it gets better?
This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-NoDerivs 3.0 Unported License.
