This special association you make between color, atmosphere, and emotion blends so seamlessly. There is an ache to this piece. I went for a second and third read; it was too beautiful not to.
This sounds like the most idyllic childhood imaginable! I grew up out in the boonies without any neighbors (well, they were a few minutes' walk away anyway, and there were no kids our age to play with), and I always dreamed of a neighborhood like this. Y'all almost sound like some kind of close-knit backyard collective from times gone past, roaming free, from a time when parents let their children adventure outside in a way you don't hear of much anymore. Even if you've moved away now, I'm so happy for you that you will always hold these memories in your heart.
Thank you! Honestly, it’s not like me to write something like this. Normally, it would take a really dark turn. I just felt like these were two characters who deserved to have a happy and romantic ending.
It wasn’t inspired by a dream. These characters were really a personification of the emotions I was feeling as I wrote.
I felt like I needed to write something happy and romantic, and when I read the prompt, it made me think of the story of Orpheus and Eurydice. I felt like this is something that could’ve happened before they got stuck in Hades’ domain. That’s where the inspiration for this story really came from.
I don't know that I've ever read a poem from a baby's perspective before... creative! It would only make sense that one of your first memories formed would be one from stroller-bound days, that starry night sky, grasping out toward the endless bounds of the universe above as you learn what the world has in store for you. A quaint picture.
I'm a crier too, for sure. I've always been one to let it out when I'm frustrated or overwhelmed or angry, not simply sad. And reading this poem filled me with a measure of joy, that you are learning to come to terms with it, and even find beauty in your emotions. Our emotions ARE beautiful, and nothing to be afraid of! I still struggle with a small degree of (unwarranted) shame for my tears, and this is inspiring: I could really learn something from your outlook.
Time is always a funny thing... I often get stuck up on the fact that with each year that passes, that year takes up a smaller percentage of our lives, and therefor feels shorter and shorter to us. But I really feel you in your second line. Time continues to rage on, and there is a neverending list of menial tasks that must be performed before we can move on to the things we love to do. If only it could all slow down, if only for a moment.
Your atmospheric details really set the scene! I don't know what your characters looks like, but I could picture the figures in this setting, and it was lovely. For a moment I thought Sun was a personification of the sun (until I saw "sun" lowercase at the end), which was an interesting way to read this!
This special association you make between color, atmosphere, and emotion blends so seamlessly. There is an ache to this piece. I went for a second and third read; it was too beautiful not to.
This sounds like the most idyllic childhood imaginable! I grew up out in the boonies without any neighbors (well, they were a few minutes' walk away anyway, and there were no kids our age to play with), and I always dreamed of a neighborhood like this. Y'all almost sound like some kind of close-knit backyard collective from times gone past, roaming free, from a time when parents let their children adventure outside in a way you don't hear of much anymore. Even if you've moved away now, I'm so happy for you that you will always hold these memories in your heart.
aw thansk! i agree emotions are beautiful haha
Thank you! I’m glad you enjoyed the poem.
Thank you! Honestly, it’s not like me to write something like this. Normally, it would take a really dark turn. I just felt like these were two characters who deserved to have a happy and romantic ending.
It wasn’t inspired by a dream. These characters were really a personification of the emotions I was feeling as I wrote.
I felt like I needed to write something happy and romantic, and when I read the prompt, it made me think of the story of Orpheus and Eurydice. I felt like this is something that could’ve happened before they got stuck in Hades’ domain. That’s where the inspiration for this story really came from.
I don't know that I've ever read a poem from a baby's perspective before... creative! It would only make sense that one of your first memories formed would be one from stroller-bound days, that starry night sky, grasping out toward the endless bounds of the universe above as you learn what the world has in store for you. A quaint picture.
Thanks! I’m so glad you liked it.
I'm a crier too, for sure. I've always been one to let it out when I'm frustrated or overwhelmed or angry, not simply sad. And reading this poem filled me with a measure of joy, that you are learning to come to terms with it, and even find beauty in your emotions. Our emotions ARE beautiful, and nothing to be afraid of! I still struggle with a small degree of (unwarranted) shame for my tears, and this is inspiring: I could really learn something from your outlook.
Time is always a funny thing... I often get stuck up on the fact that with each year that passes, that year takes up a smaller percentage of our lives, and therefor feels shorter and shorter to us. But I really feel you in your second line. Time continues to rage on, and there is a neverending list of menial tasks that must be performed before we can move on to the things we love to do. If only it could all slow down, if only for a moment.
Your atmospheric details really set the scene! I don't know what your characters looks like, but I could picture the figures in this setting, and it was lovely. For a moment I thought Sun was a personification of the sun (until I saw "sun" lowercase at the end), which was an interesting way to read this!