Oh goodness I love this poem! I wrote one like it once but this is just so much better. I am also definitely from 'lighting candles for eight days in a row and watching them melt all night long.' Happy almost-Passover to all the other people celebrating (including me)!
This writing is one of the best I've seen so far. The raw emotion and slight uncertainty really show when I read this. I also find it very relatable, as I too sometimes feel like I'm the only one existing, or breathing. Then all of a sudden, in just one blink of an eye I'm back to having a conversation with an old friend or doing homework.
So thank you for sharing this, you are certainly going somewhere with your writing in the future! <3
I came here to speak on the mastery of snow here as a legitimate medium, for this is so much more than a snow(wo)man -- it is a true work of art -- but I want to say that your caption adds another layer to the sculpture as well. I can see and interpret her, now, in the empowered way you speak of. Her little belly and bellybutton make me smile, too!
Such a visually shocking and brilliant contrast, between the gray, linear slabs of rock and the vibrancy of nature! Although I know the bars are merely there for safety, it almost feels as if they represent an imprisonment here, a forced separation from the outside world.
I remember watching her speak, what feels like so long ago now, and feeling just as inspired as this poem is. This piece reads with such a spark, like the spark you mention in hers!
Oh goodness I love this poem! I wrote one like it once but this is just so much better. I am also definitely from 'lighting candles for eight days in a row and watching them melt all night long.' Happy almost-Passover to all the other people celebrating (including me)!
This writing is one of the best I've seen so far. The raw emotion and slight uncertainty really show when I read this. I also find it very relatable, as I too sometimes feel like I'm the only one existing, or breathing. Then all of a sudden, in just one blink of an eye I'm back to having a conversation with an old friend or doing homework.
So thank you for sharing this, you are certainly going somewhere with your writing in the future! <3
Yessssss
especially chapter 42 (sokeefe for life)
Thank you so much!
This is so amazing! Just looking at it brings me joy.
This poem is absolutely amazing! I love the repetition and how relatable this is. I love the line; ¨Now its cold that takes our spring". :)
I came here to speak on the mastery of snow here as a legitimate medium, for this is so much more than a snow(wo)man -- it is a true work of art -- but I want to say that your caption adds another layer to the sculpture as well. I can see and interpret her, now, in the empowered way you speak of. Her little belly and bellybutton make me smile, too!
Such a visually shocking and brilliant contrast, between the gray, linear slabs of rock and the vibrancy of nature! Although I know the bars are merely there for safety, it almost feels as if they represent an imprisonment here, a forced separation from the outside world.
I remember watching her speak, what feels like so long ago now, and feeling just as inspired as this poem is. This piece reads with such a spark, like the spark you mention in hers!