There is a hole in life that has your shape and I think that though I've talked about it, I have not looked at it in a very long time. It has always been there, none the less, a singularity pulling at my thoughts all these many years.
There is a hole in life that has your shape and I think that though I've talked about it, I have not looked at it in a very long time. It has always been there, none the less, a singularity pulling at my thoughts all these many years.
I like this. There is a hole left behind any loss. Even the loss of the worst pet of my life made me want to rush out and get another to fill the sucking chest wound left behind.
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Yes, and these emptinesses have form, sound, even color and scent…
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Ah. Yes. I can tell there’s more poetry to mine from this. Much of life is built from these structural blocks of loss.
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So each of us is a worm hole, providing access and escape to and through an infinite number of universes.
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Damn, Jilanne. You always make me sound so Cosmological! I dig it.
Thank you.
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And that really does help me see better where to go with “Shape II” and “Shape III”.
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Ah, magical. Your poems are succinct, straight to the point. I may lose myself to them.
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Thank you Natalie–You are too kind.
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🙂 singularity…you make me want to write.
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That word just won’t seem to go away for me…
I am humbled, Mims–Thank you.
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Rock on. What a great poem!
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Thank you.
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Reblogged this on Geo Sans and commented:
a poetic confidant … NaPoWriMo
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Powerful sense of yearning, brilliant!
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Thank you so much shaysky–These came from a strong place of absence in my life.
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