This idea of passing on little affirming or motivational notes in an endless chain is so sweet. It reminds me of when people leave "You are beautiful" Post-its on public bathroom mirrors for other people to find, to spread confidence and joy.
Your fervent determination is moving and inspiring to me. No, we will not stand by and let our human and constitutional rights be thrown out the window. The time to stand up IS now. So keep exercising your right to free speech, and protesting -- you DO have a voice, and soon you will have a vote.
This is only a haiku so I'm not easily able to elaborate on the ways I respond to this piece, except that I just wanted to say that this is a perfect and succinct little gem of a poem about a thunderstorm! In all my years of reading, I've never seen anyone describe the sky as "torn" or "shredded," so that stuck out to me. Substituting "wailing" (or another similar word) for "crying" might elevate the piece even more!
There's a forlorn bent to this piece, for sure, but that's because you've done such an excellent job of establishing the desolate setting and that melancholy, in-between time of year. Each of your observations may be brief, but they pack a punch.
Thank you so much!!
The Flute Train
When you put it like that it really sounds dystopian... that scares me.
This is great! I love the honesty, and I absolutely agree!
No, but I hope the error gets solved. Maybe ask Chat GPT? I'm sure you can find something online (assuming you have not figured this out already)
Incredible turnout, incredible photo! The wide shot with the full building in the background really lets you see just how big the crowd was.
This idea of passing on little affirming or motivational notes in an endless chain is so sweet. It reminds me of when people leave "You are beautiful" Post-its on public bathroom mirrors for other people to find, to spread confidence and joy.
Your fervent determination is moving and inspiring to me. No, we will not stand by and let our human and constitutional rights be thrown out the window. The time to stand up IS now. So keep exercising your right to free speech, and protesting -- you DO have a voice, and soon you will have a vote.
This is only a haiku so I'm not easily able to elaborate on the ways I respond to this piece, except that I just wanted to say that this is a perfect and succinct little gem of a poem about a thunderstorm! In all my years of reading, I've never seen anyone describe the sky as "torn" or "shredded," so that stuck out to me. Substituting "wailing" (or another similar word) for "crying" might elevate the piece even more!
There's a forlorn bent to this piece, for sure, but that's because you've done such an excellent job of establishing the desolate setting and that melancholy, in-between time of year. Each of your observations may be brief, but they pack a punch.