The great power of imagination... There's humor in this, with you one moment scrambling through the woods as a forest animal, the next sleighing dragons. Probably the closest we can ever come to living out our fantasies -- especially when they're of the world of fantasy -- is through our writing and the writing of others, and I'm glad to see you're doing that!
I feel this poem so much. Sometimes we learn harsh truths alongside the important lessons that shape us; actually, that's usually the way of things. There is no even split in the poem: It's the good and the bad all wrapped up together, which is exactly how life presents itself to us. I hope you come away from this year with the brighter memories shining, and the harder facts and observations fading a little bit in the distance.
This is amazing. I had similar feelings when the only bracelet a friend had ever given me broke in a pond, and it was lost to the fish. I hope you start feeling better soon Popcorn. I'm thinking of you.
I love the way you portrayed your message to the reader. I've had a similar feeling before and I could never describe it, but I think I just found out how.
The combination of colors you used is so unusual, but works so well together. I can't stop staring at this, I want to touch it or eat it as if it were candy!
There is such an immense depth to this eye, as if behind it resides a real personality, pain, secrets; I swear I can see it all. My favorite detail is the delicately gathered eyelashes, painted in reddish-brown, not black. Mine are just like that.
Ah, some think "seaside" and think "peaceful," but the ocean is a terrifying place, too: both a place and a being that can gobble you up whole. Without actually personifying the sea by name, you've made it a true character here, given it teeth. Your narrator's distress, with whatever the sea has "taken" from them in the past, is palpable.
I find your words deeply moving. This poem instills a great pride in me, to call Vermont my home, to claim I too am of the roots that extend outward toward a world that one day, we can hope, may know peace. Your wish for a more far-reaching celebration of diversity was an unexpected topic for me, and such a heartwarming thing to read; I suppose I expected to read about Vermont's future in the context of its physical environment, not its social one too. And yet writing from the perspective of an ancient, mighty tree could not be more fitting, more representative of both the land and the people too, somehow. Incredible work, it's obvious the amount of time and effort and HEART that went into this.
The great power of imagination... There's humor in this, with you one moment scrambling through the woods as a forest animal, the next sleighing dragons. Probably the closest we can ever come to living out our fantasies -- especially when they're of the world of fantasy -- is through our writing and the writing of others, and I'm glad to see you're doing that!
I feel this poem so much. Sometimes we learn harsh truths alongside the important lessons that shape us; actually, that's usually the way of things. There is no even split in the poem: It's the good and the bad all wrapped up together, which is exactly how life presents itself to us. I hope you come away from this year with the brighter memories shining, and the harder facts and observations fading a little bit in the distance.
I would try Insignificant Events in the Life of a Cactus by Dusti Bowling, and Roll With It by Jamie Sumner
This is amazing. I had similar feelings when the only bracelet a friend had ever given me broke in a pond, and it was lost to the fish. I hope you start feeling better soon Popcorn. I'm thinking of you.
I love the way you portrayed your message to the reader. I've had a similar feeling before and I could never describe it, but I think I just found out how.
Thank you! :)
The combination of colors you used is so unusual, but works so well together. I can't stop staring at this, I want to touch it or eat it as if it were candy!
There is such an immense depth to this eye, as if behind it resides a real personality, pain, secrets; I swear I can see it all. My favorite detail is the delicately gathered eyelashes, painted in reddish-brown, not black. Mine are just like that.
Ah, some think "seaside" and think "peaceful," but the ocean is a terrifying place, too: both a place and a being that can gobble you up whole. Without actually personifying the sea by name, you've made it a true character here, given it teeth. Your narrator's distress, with whatever the sea has "taken" from them in the past, is palpable.
I find your words deeply moving. This poem instills a great pride in me, to call Vermont my home, to claim I too am of the roots that extend outward toward a world that one day, we can hope, may know peace. Your wish for a more far-reaching celebration of diversity was an unexpected topic for me, and such a heartwarming thing to read; I suppose I expected to read about Vermont's future in the context of its physical environment, not its social one too. And yet writing from the perspective of an ancient, mighty tree could not be more fitting, more representative of both the land and the people too, somehow. Incredible work, it's obvious the amount of time and effort and HEART that went into this.