No worries! I loved the short poem you posted recently (the βI watched birds fly from your lipsβ poem). Beautiful writing. Iβm going to be reading through more of your poems when I get some downtime!
Oh, thank you so much! Will you help clear something up in my memory please? You and I have known each other for quite awhile now. It feels like I remember that you didnβt used to post very much - at least in the beginning. Am I mixing up my memories?
This is so lovely just as it is, a flow of words and images, evocative, emotional. It feels like a felt truth. It's enchanting. But it also carries metaphors open to interpretation. Seeds as sacrifice. Aspirations just out of reach. Navigating landscapes of ambition as hazards lurk all around.
I love the sense of strength hidden beneath all the uncertainty. There is treachery about, yes. Tension even in a walk, a walk that must be endured, vigilence provoked at every turn, like each workplace along a career path.
Little red riding hood on her way to grandma's house (old age?) as innocence is tested, threatened. I feel a melancholy infused with a gentle heroism. I think that's why I say it's a lovely poem.
Hello Paperfly, this is beautiful!
Thank you so much! β€οΈ
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No worries! I loved the short poem you posted recently (the βI watched birds fly from your lipsβ poem). Beautiful writing. Iβm going to be reading through more of your poems when I get some downtime!
Oh, thank you so much! Will you help clear something up in my memory please? You and I have known each other for quite awhile now. It feels like I remember that you didnβt used to post very much - at least in the beginning. Am I mixing up my memories?
This is so lovely just as it is, a flow of words and images, evocative, emotional. It feels like a felt truth. It's enchanting. But it also carries metaphors open to interpretation. Seeds as sacrifice. Aspirations just out of reach. Navigating landscapes of ambition as hazards lurk all around.
I love the sense of strength hidden beneath all the uncertainty. There is treachery about, yes. Tension even in a walk, a walk that must be endured, vigilence provoked at every turn, like each workplace along a career path.
Little red riding hood on her way to grandma's house (old age?) as innocence is tested, threatened. I feel a melancholy infused with a gentle heroism. I think that's why I say it's a lovely poem.
Thank you for sharing it. Well done!
Thank you so much for your comment! Iβm so happy those ideas came through in the poem β€οΈ