words don’t matter
you do
across a table
carrying our years
cups in hand
shadow pens
starry paper
ray dotted cheeks
called-out names like a song
jane says look up
we rewrite the room
*28/100: For the next 100 days, I’ll be writing and posting a poem every day.
**All photos are mine, taken with an Olympus E-M1 MarkII and edited with Lightroom Classic.
Bridgette Tales 
Love this. Even remembered the coffee.
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Thanks! It was a special moment with a childhood friend that I love dearly.
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You have done so well with this challenge Bridgette 👏👏
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That’s so kind! Thank you ❤️❤️❤️
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Bridgette ❤️ you are very welcome
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What a beautiful piece of minimalist poetry. In just a few carefully chosen lines, you’ve created an atmosphere of warmth, friendship, and shared history. I especially love the opening, “words don’t matter, you do.” It immediately shifts the focus from conversation to presence, reminding us that genuine connection often exists beyond language.
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I’m so glad this one resonated with you. It was a beautiful moment with a friend and I wanted to capture it for forever.
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This was a really enjoyable read! Great work. I’d love for you to check out my latest work at lucazani.ink, if you’re interested! Appreciate any feedback.
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Thank you. I’m glad you enjoyed it.
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The poem has beautiful imagery, and a promising closing.
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So glad you think so! Thank you.
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I like this because it’s simple but also very poetic, full of compressed meaning.
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That’s so kind. I’m working on small poems this week because I’m crazy busy. Not sure they are all working, but that’s okay. It’s more about a process than every poem being a gem.
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