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 :)
"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?
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.
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 apple disposes of its disguise, much like a caterpillar leaving the comfort of its silky cocoon"
I love this poem so much.
"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?
"Droplets flop like a panting salmon" What a line! This whole poem is full to bursting with such textured imagery!
talking with my sister
Thank you!
Thank you :) the wording is a bit clunky I know, but I'm glad I got the emotions across!
you did a really good job blending!
All I used was prismacolor colored pencils from art class!
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.