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]
Spoiler! :
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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We are not to simply bandage the wounds of victims beneath the wheels of injustice, we are to drive a spoke into the wheel itself. — Dietrich Bonhoeffer
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