Dearest Molly, I believe we are kindred souls! Sometimes (so very oddly) there is nothing better than the feeling of wet grass between your toes, the tasteless taste of drizzle on your tongue, dreary clouds when you're feeling a bit dreary yourself... It can truly clear the mind. Have you ever tried a white noise machine with rain sounds while trying to sleep? So pleasant!
This was lovely to read: It was as if a narrator's voice were opening the first scenes of a movie.
What poignant yet understated commentary this is on the topic of climate change… that impending force not only of nature but of our nurturing. Yet you must, of course, carry on – what else are you to do, most days? From snowy Vermont, I can only imagine how powerless that must make you feel. I only hope it does not forever strip you of the will to carry on, in your own life and in the fight for a better future for this planet, someday.
You so easily brought emotion out of me in this response, so I can tell you: strong and evocative work. I hope you are safe and hunkered down right now.
Life Eternal by Ghost, Darkness at The Heart of My Love by Ghost, If Not For You by Måneskin, My December by Linkin Park, and a lot more! Do you know of any songs that remind you of poems?
The sound patterns in this piece are so cool! The alliteration of "monochrome metronome," "clockwork clicking" and "creaking cogs" mimics the initial "tick-tick-tick" sound of the metronome/clock. I like how the title sets the stage for the poem and the idea of this ballerina that's trapped in a music box moving to the same song over and over again, even though she's anxious. Thank you for sharing!
This really is the worst feeling - when you feel such strong feelings for someone else but it's not reciprocated (and it feels like betrayal too). You've captured this well, and the tears and tiredness of never getting/feeling what you want. Thank you for sharing - keep writing!
Ooh I love this! The juxtaposition between the softness of the stuffed bunny heart and the roughnesss/toughness of the toy cowboy on the horse is striking. "Our God is the small Girl who hides / under beds when yelling strikes. / When She cries, we wait for Her / and hope the weather calms" and then "How to beg for a new purpose / while I lay stuck in Her childhood" reminds me of Ethel Cain's music (not sure if you've listened to her but I think you'd like her style and the southern gothic/grappling with religion themes). Thank you for sharing this piece!
Dearest Molly, I believe we are kindred souls! Sometimes (so very oddly) there is nothing better than the feeling of wet grass between your toes, the tasteless taste of drizzle on your tongue, dreary clouds when you're feeling a bit dreary yourself... It can truly clear the mind. Have you ever tried a white noise machine with rain sounds while trying to sleep? So pleasant!
This was lovely to read: It was as if a narrator's voice were opening the first scenes of a movie.
What poignant yet understated commentary this is on the topic of climate change… that impending force not only of nature but of our nurturing. Yet you must, of course, carry on – what else are you to do, most days? From snowy Vermont, I can only imagine how powerless that must make you feel. I only hope it does not forever strip you of the will to carry on, in your own life and in the fight for a better future for this planet, someday.
You so easily brought emotion out of me in this response, so I can tell you: strong and evocative work. I hope you are safe and hunkered down right now.
Life Eternal by Ghost, Darkness at The Heart of My Love by Ghost, If Not For You by Måneskin, My December by Linkin Park, and a lot more! Do you know of any songs that remind you of poems?
What songs are they? I would love to check them out!
❤️I am so glad this meant so much to you, that was my goal in writing this. Thanks for saying this.
Thank you so so much, Iris!!
The sound patterns in this piece are so cool! The alliteration of "monochrome metronome," "clockwork clicking" and "creaking cogs" mimics the initial "tick-tick-tick" sound of the metronome/clock. I like how the title sets the stage for the poem and the idea of this ballerina that's trapped in a music box moving to the same song over and over again, even though she's anxious. Thank you for sharing!
This really is the worst feeling - when you feel such strong feelings for someone else but it's not reciprocated (and it feels like betrayal too). You've captured this well, and the tears and tiredness of never getting/feeling what you want. Thank you for sharing - keep writing!
Ooh I love this! The juxtaposition between the softness of the stuffed bunny heart and the roughnesss/toughness of the toy cowboy on the horse is striking. "Our God is the small Girl who hides / under beds when yelling strikes. / When She cries, we wait for Her / and hope the weather calms" and then "How to beg for a new purpose / while I lay stuck in Her childhood" reminds me of Ethel Cain's music (not sure if you've listened to her but I think you'd like her style and the southern gothic/grappling with religion themes). Thank you for sharing this piece!
Thank you so much! <3