Thanks! Life is stranger than fiction sometimes. I see your point about “edge”. Thanks!

Yes, the finger gains weight with age but the ring stays the same size. The result is a lack of circulation to that finger, making the finger turn blue.

The more I work on this one, the more it stays only half working. Starting to think it might be portions of multiple poems. Something to work on.

<3

Thank you!

This poem is heavy with remorse. Well done!

Many meanings at different levels. <3

There’s potential in this poem.
I wonder if something like this fills the middle part that you think is flattening out.
“…brightness into shadows. The light, like crosses in my wall, don’t protect me from the dark, can’t scare away the demons. So I…”

I love the honesty and truth in these words. I can feel the child’s joy and the mother’s increasing emotional distance and internal turmoil. It’s clever how you bring these two pictures together to create the third picture of how this mother and child depiction is common to us all. 💓

Reminds me of when ideas growing up in Saskatchewan. The dirt roads floated just above the ground after a car or truck drove on it. The poem reminded me of fox tails and wheat dancing in the wind. Thank you for happy memories.

This is the most beautiful, encouraging, letter anyone could ever write. Brought tears to my eyes.

I can feel the poor girl’s pain and her gasping. I can only feel disgust at the man who did this too her.

I really like how this poem balances the two sides of you: student and future teacher; hard worker, but not mindless work; a good friend and a friendly person through volunteering. Amidst all this, you battle the internal daemon called depression. “desperate to think about living by again” resonates with anyone suffering from depression. For all…[Read more]

It is true. Growing up and responsibilty causes us to forget the magic we grew up thinking was normal. 😔

You’ve done an excellent job describing a day in the life with a cat and the utter calm and joy they bring their owners!

Thank you very much. Your kind words mean a lot to me.

Thanks

Beautiful imagery

A perfect mixing of future and past!

My heart aches for the younger Cindy. She must have gone through a lot.