we left our bodies with the earth

A Poetry Jam collaboration by @creaturefeature, @herbalhour, @envy, and myself. Text Version below:

i mistake every nesting bird, for another one of your ghosts
the spring is your haunting time; fog settling across every field
(when the haze lifts, i always search for my past)
i heard the siren sings loudest just before the storm
& this was smog-in-your-lungs weather;
though you were much more like spring air
i take note of the ambiguity of your tree line &
your saplings in bloom, immutable & unearthly
(your roots are gone now; but these remnant limbs keep reaching)
the soil is painfully aware of your absence;
it is only a matter of time before i too
become a whisper in the wind
already i hear myself in the bird-song; only just above
the rise and fall of the horizon's morning breath
i think there is no such thing as an overstayed welcome
only these overlapping seasons;
when life-&-death come a little too close.

Hey everyone! First of all, I love collab poetry, so seeing a poem, written by so many amazing people made me really excited. Let's jump right into the review, and not waste any time

The first thing that stood out to me, was the beautiful graphic and image that this text is pasted onto. This lovely design made me very intrigued to read the rest of the poem. This poem, in my interpretation, really speaks to the cycle of life shown through nature. To me, it speaks of acceptance, for what we have, and for how the wind carries us, things in our control and out of our control.

i mistake every nesting bird, for another one of your ghosts
the spring is your haunting time; fog settling across every field

(your roots are gone now; but these remnant limbs keep reaching)
the soil is painfully aware of your absence;
it is only a matter of time before i too
become a whisper in the wind

Woooahhh people hold your horses….this is great!! The raw emotion and the desperation yet slight almost…jealousy portrayed is amazing and of course, the lowercase poetry is mind-blowing! I love how sad the whole “feel” of the poem is and the dreamy view the character has that they miss something or long for something SO MUCH that they start to put that something into everything they see.
“I mistake every nesting bird, for another one of your ghosts”
This is absolutely awesome! Happy Napo!!^^

This is great!! Incredible work, all four of you!! ^^

Hi names 22Midnight
hope your doing well, let's get into it!

i mistake every nesting bird, for another one of your ghosts
the spring is your haunting time; fog settling across every field
(when the haze lifts, i always search for my past)
i heard the siren sings loudest just before the storm
& this was smog-in-your-lungs weather;
though you were much more like spring air
i take note of the ambiguity of your tree line &
your saplings in bloom, immutable & unearthly
(your roots are gone now; but these remnant limbs keep reaching)
the soil is painfully aware of your absence;
it is only a matter of time before i too
become a whisper in the wind
already i hear myself in the bird-song; only just above
the rise and fall of the horizon's morning breath
i think there is no such thing as an overstayed welcome
only these overlapping seasons;
when life-&-death come a little too close.

lowercase poets united

monumental moment for yws poetry