not sure why we're putting everything in spoilers, but i don't want to mess with the aesthetic so...just want to say I love these so far. 4 is such a mood, and I also love 3 and 5.
"You do ill if you praise, but worse if you censure, what you do not understand." Leonardo Da Vinci
I finally had a chance to catch up! You're a third of the way done! Wooo!
I def agree with Rook about the brevity of your poetry making it feel even more key / important.
Poem 4 was really relatable, and I liked the juxtaposition of past-self looking at future-self, and then future-self looking back at past-self. Something fun about that, and also gets at the gap between dream / reality.
the definition of humanity is still living where the potential of destruction outweighs the odds:
Ah! I really dig this, and I think you could absolutely write 10 more poems spawning from that definition you've got. Very intriguing.
Poem 7 also felt very much like a Mesh poem! And also I am always here for weather complaints because *points at spring* @_@
Looking forward to continuing to read along ~
you should know i am a time traveler & there is no season as achingly temporary as now
#13 summer is the liminal memory we want to remember but never quite had - long warm dry nights [bugless, because memory skips the unpleasantness] in a desert deserted [save crickets and stars]
#14 what do you do when you can’t find the poetic in the mundane anymore, and can only wish for things that you’re pretty sure only existed in dreams, not reality?
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winds of changing front how an hour’s time can swing from sweltering to cool like desert summer
#16 summer in april is eighty degrees at noon and bugs like the midwest in the afternoon and desert-like cold when the sun goes down [the air can’t decide if it’s damp or dry, and this year the creeks are still running]
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yeah... 15 started and then died. another i'll probably come back to eventually.
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#17 the problem with storm years is twofold: more bugs and more fuel to burn when september heat comes home to roost in hip high grass months-dead brown, bone dry despite the creeks still running
#18 it’s april and the fog is coming in; summer can’t be far
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sometimes i wish i was 15 again to go back and not have made every decision that has led me to now but then i think the only thing i’d save are the handful of friends i let slip through my fingers and haven’t seen in nearly 15 years
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i don’t want the loud and bright and glittering strife that everyone seems to strive for - give me the dust-filled sunlight hitting shelves in rays and cup rings left on tables from tea that went cold fifteen chapters ago and a cat that only wants you as a chair warmer but will purr in the pursuit - give me the quiet chaos of the ordinary, so i can find my own extraordinary
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sometimes i wish i could make biblical allusions with the same ease i do the diluted pieces of history that have been passed down, translated wisdom that always lost something in the act of moving between generations
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Daddy Long Legs are more closely related to crabs than spiders and somehow the idea of crablike creatures with spider legs that have escaped the entrappings of the primordial sea and now crawl over land and can walk up and down walls and ceilings creeps me more than I can adequately describe. — Snoink
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