
expose my roots in warm sunlight
soften all stems
let pearls fall
lean in closer
geosmin scented breath
see how twisted old thoughts grow
don’t go yet
shine through the particles
show me yours
9/100
For the next 100 days, I’ll be writing and posting a poem every day. I hope you’ll follow along.
Strong thoughts arise
her words
evoke feelings deep
distant memory
of us
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I’m glad my words stirred up feelings in you. I’m trying to find my way back to poetry.
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It is restrained poem. The ‘geosmin scented breath’ is such a compact expression, linking the opening and the end, or the end and the beginning (of grief), carrying immense emotional weight.
Let pearls fall….
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I saw that vase in my window, the roots twisting in the water, and thought it would work for how I’m feeling doing these daily poems. It’s not getting easier, but I do think I’m starting to observe more.
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“see how twisted old thoughts grow”
💙
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They are quite tangled I’m afraid.
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Twisted old thoughts grow, wonderful. 😊
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Glad you like that line, it’s hard to unwind old patterns of thinking.
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Very nice!
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Aww, thank you 😊
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You are welcome! 🤗
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