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That hit hard. I totally remember feeling a similar thing when I was your age. I wont lie and say that despite the changes in my life fall has stayed the same, but even when you are on your own, you can still make space to participate in your childhood rituals. Maybe writing poems about them is one of those ways :) 

The New Meaning Of Fall 1 year ago

"The apple disposes of its disguise, much like a caterpillar leaving the comfort of its silky cocoon" 

I love this poem so much. 

Without Apples 1 year ago

"And all that is left is not even our own memories." that last line especially when taken in conjunction with the first is really intriguing! Its definitely making me think. Is the "green paint" a memory of nature? Is the ivy reclaiming even that? 

Phantom pain 1 year ago

"Droplets flop like a panting salmon" What a line! This whole poem is full to bursting with such textured imagery! 

Just Left of Luhman 16 (My Autumn in Colorado) 1 year ago

talking with my sister

Tiny Write by maelynslavik, September 25 2023 1 year ago

Thank you!

Dance of the Polar Bear 1 year ago

Thank you :) the wording is a bit clunky I know, but I'm glad I got the emotions across!

Misplaced Trust, and What Comes After 1 year ago

you did a really good job blending!

Gummy Bear 1 year ago

All I used was prismacolor colored pencils from art class!

Gummy Bear 1 year ago

Payton, I'm sorry to hear that. Thank you for sharing with us. I can feel the bluster, the turmoil, through your art, and I hope it's able to bring you a measure of comfort. Your work reveals great emotion.

Change in more than a season 1 year ago