Nope! There is a lot of poetry here but you can write lots of things! You can write essays, stories, song lyrics, really whatever you want. If you prefer visual art, you can share that here as well. Welcome!
Oh my gosh, this is really good. Your piece took me on a roller coaster, every line had me feeling such deep feelings and remembering forgotten times. Wow. I also really liked the line about your dad responding to emails.
Gorgeous, astonishing, masterpiece. Thrums with power. I love the free association here:
"swallowing his mother’s death whole—
bones, flesh, and all—as he replies to emails
in Times New Roman font." gave me shivers.
And that end "and I will be loving/ and I will be loved.
I also love how you connect the metaphysical world to your bodily experience of reality in that second to last stanza. Very profound. And matter suited to medium, if I do say myself, cause, at least in my experience, that's what poetry can do: connect that other dimension to our experience of this one.
There is such tremendous power in your words, and they hold simultaneous and opposing truths and realities: We must remember our collective past, and yet sometimes for our own health and well being, we must let ourselves forget, let ourselves feel joy; we must allow the terror and despair and complacency of our times to fully sink in, in order for hope and resiliency to rise up renewed within us. I feel your present-day fears alongside you, yet I share with you too a necessary clinging-on to the future -- for we have to believe we can still make a better world for ourselves and the communities we live in.
Stay strong. Keep writing. You speak with empathy and care and wisdom, and your parentheticals deliver your additional commentary and voice in precisely the perfect places.
Thank you! :)
Nope! There is a lot of poetry here but you can write lots of things! You can write essays, stories, song lyrics, really whatever you want. If you prefer visual art, you can share that here as well. Welcome!
Oh my gosh, this is really good. Your piece took me on a roller coaster, every line had me feeling such deep feelings and remembering forgotten times. Wow. I also really liked the line about your dad responding to emails.
That ending sentence is so perfect. Impeccable writing: both lucid and allusive. It brought those first moments of the pandemic to my mind so clearly.
Gorgeous, astonishing, masterpiece. Thrums with power. I love the free association here:
"swallowing his mother’s death whole—
bones, flesh, and all—as he replies to emails
in Times New Roman font." gave me shivers.
And that end "and I will be loving/ and I will be loved.
I also love how you connect the metaphysical world to your bodily experience of reality in that second to last stanza. Very profound. And matter suited to medium, if I do say myself, cause, at least in my experience, that's what poetry can do: connect that other dimension to our experience of this one.
This is so relatable. I love the rhyme: "Can it all slow down/ I'm afraid I might drown." That hit hard!
Agreed.
Thanks! Glad you could relate. No one's ever alone in this stuff, or in anything really :)
There is such tremendous power in your words, and they hold simultaneous and opposing truths and realities: We must remember our collective past, and yet sometimes for our own health and well being, we must let ourselves forget, let ourselves feel joy; we must allow the terror and despair and complacency of our times to fully sink in, in order for hope and resiliency to rise up renewed within us. I feel your present-day fears alongside you, yet I share with you too a necessary clinging-on to the future -- for we have to believe we can still make a better world for ourselves and the communities we live in.
Stay strong. Keep writing. You speak with empathy and care and wisdom, and your parentheticals deliver your additional commentary and voice in precisely the perfect places.
Relatable.