The way the colors, so muted, appear to bleed out is in such lovely contrast to the hard lines of the drawing itself. There's a specific emotion this piece makes me feel, but I can't quite put my finger on it.
"Learning to take up all the space you need"... wow. Striking last words at the end of a striking poem. It's easy to read this as if you are speaking to me directly, and I know so many readers would feel the same; at some point in their lives, just about everyone is familiar with that feeling of disappointment in themselves when looking in the mirror. But midway through, a clear shift is made, one of self-acceptance, flaws and all, and it warmed my heart.
Have you ever read "The Bell Jar"? It's been many, many years since I've read it, but I always remember this quote: “I took a deep breath and listened to the old brag of my heart. I am, I am, I am.” Your piece reminded me of that line.
Gentle musings of the heart! I love this little piece. That you're able, absence religion, to reimagine heaven entirely for yourself is a beautiful thing (and I don't mean that in a condescending way in the slightest). The thought of heaven as a memory you can return to, of the best day of your life maybe, as you suggest, is very moving and struck a chord with me.
This poem has such natural movement, which works so well when you're writing about movement. I felt like I could feel the burn and racing heart along with you, almost taste that iron-y taste in my mouth ("The brink of death, I can taste it"), and I was cheering you on! Even if you don't wind up winning for your school during competitions like this, I hope you're proud of yourself -- you should be.
This is such a creative idea! How’d you make it happen?
My heart flutters,
My hands shake,
My mind is cluttered
And my face breaks.
But you make it better
Little by little, bit by bit,
Any day with you I forget her
Even in a dark room, with you, I'd sit.
You are my world,
And everything in it.
Not from a potion swirled
But by your own choice.
And I know the world doesn't rhyme,
And the sky isn't blue.
But with you I'd spend all my time,
And know my love is really true.
Thank you so much!
It looks like it could be in a movie! 👍👍👍
The cat's expression and everything! I really like it.
Thank you! 😊
The way the colors, so muted, appear to bleed out is in such lovely contrast to the hard lines of the drawing itself. There's a specific emotion this piece makes me feel, but I can't quite put my finger on it.
"Learning to take up all the space you need"... wow. Striking last words at the end of a striking poem. It's easy to read this as if you are speaking to me directly, and I know so many readers would feel the same; at some point in their lives, just about everyone is familiar with that feeling of disappointment in themselves when looking in the mirror. But midway through, a clear shift is made, one of self-acceptance, flaws and all, and it warmed my heart.
Have you ever read "The Bell Jar"? It's been many, many years since I've read it, but I always remember this quote: “I took a deep breath and listened to the old brag of my heart. I am, I am, I am.” Your piece reminded me of that line.
Gentle musings of the heart! I love this little piece. That you're able, absence religion, to reimagine heaven entirely for yourself is a beautiful thing (and I don't mean that in a condescending way in the slightest). The thought of heaven as a memory you can return to, of the best day of your life maybe, as you suggest, is very moving and struck a chord with me.
This poem has such natural movement, which works so well when you're writing about movement. I felt like I could feel the burn and racing heart along with you, almost taste that iron-y taste in my mouth ("The brink of death, I can taste it"), and I was cheering you on! Even if you don't wind up winning for your school during competitions like this, I hope you're proud of yourself -- you should be.