Wow, I read this a few times and the meaning slowly came to be and became deeper and more beautiful. The first line "you should be an image in stained-glass windows" is such a unique first line that immediately drew me in. "And wonder at how your voice sounds like church bells" is another fantastic line. Amazing. Keep writing
Your writing is exquisite. Thank you for writing this and putting into words what loneliness can feel like, something I'm sure so many have also experienced. and the image of the single geese in the field was painted beautifully. Keep writing
I love the images you create with your writing. The colors swirling all around and getting stuck under the skin, the quite and peace and feeling settled, and centered by it. I also like how its structured. The double spaces act like breaths and pauses between the swirling colors. "The chance of creation and creativity in movement and power" "Where they no longer belong to others, and instead they're mine" both such beautiful lines. Keep writing
Beautiful writing as always. Your words so vividly people.
This is beautifully written in such a painful way. Great work.
All my doubts and fears listed in one poem, how nice
Keep writing!
Aw, that's sweet :)
Love the imagery here!
Woah, so colorful! How'd you do that?
Thank you! I appreciate it! I admire your writing a lot, too!
Thank you so much! <3
Wow, I read this a few times and the meaning slowly came to be and became deeper and more beautiful. The first line "you should be an image in stained-glass windows" is such a unique first line that immediately drew me in. "And wonder at how your voice sounds like church bells" is another fantastic line. Amazing. Keep writing
Your writing is exquisite. Thank you for writing this and putting into words what loneliness can feel like, something I'm sure so many have also experienced. and the image of the single geese in the field was painted beautifully. Keep writing
I love the images you create with your writing. The colors swirling all around and getting stuck under the skin, the quite and peace and feeling settled, and centered by it. I also like how its structured. The double spaces act like breaths and pauses between the swirling colors. "The chance of creation and creativity in movement and power" "Where they no longer belong to others, and instead they're mine" both such beautiful lines. Keep writing