I know exactly what you mean about pen allowing you to own your mistakes. I'm the same way, and even like the thought of making a record of those mistakes to look back on! Graphite pencils seem to have no longevity or permanence to them, a sentiment you captured well in your words.
What a joyous phrase! I'll have to remember this next time I see a cloudy sky with even just a sliver (or next time I'm feeling pessimistic, in general). Thank you for sharing your Oma's words with us!
The ways we come to view our homes as distinct entities, friends...! I was lucky enough to grow up in the house that my parents built and still live in to this day, so I'm lucky, too, that I can always return to the memories of my childhood. I imagine it's incredibly difficult to have to say goodbye to the place you were raised in. I hope writing this piece was cathartic, at least, and that it helps you hold on to some of your recollections.
The second and last stanzas felt like a punch; I understand this feeling so well. You are not alone in this feeling. If you need to chat about anything, feel free to message me! There is still time. :)
I love the ending of the poem. It closes the vibe so perfectly!
I know exactly what you mean about pen allowing you to own your mistakes. I'm the same way, and even like the thought of making a record of those mistakes to look back on! Graphite pencils seem to have no longevity or permanence to them, a sentiment you captured well in your words.
I've never thought about life from the eyes of a mouse, and what a mouse symbolizes, until today. Interesting subject!
What a joyous phrase! I'll have to remember this next time I see a cloudy sky with even just a sliver (or next time I'm feeling pessimistic, in general). Thank you for sharing your Oma's words with us!
Yes they are!
Are these old Burlington Free Presses? I recognize the Community Journalism Project logo!
This piece is so simple, but reflects the seasons so well! You should find a title for it!
The ways we come to view our homes as distinct entities, friends...! I was lucky enough to grow up in the house that my parents built and still live in to this day, so I'm lucky, too, that I can always return to the memories of my childhood. I imagine it's incredibly difficult to have to say goodbye to the place you were raised in. I hope writing this piece was cathartic, at least, and that it helps you hold on to some of your recollections.
I adore this!
The second and last stanzas felt like a punch; I understand this feeling so well. You are not alone in this feeling. If you need to chat about anything, feel free to message me! There is still time. :)