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.
Great metaphors! Especially love the first two stanzas, they hit deep
Thanks you :)
Rhyming is fun
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 :)