My Grandpa and I were always close, basically the same person at different stages in our lives. I like to think that someday, if I ever have grandchildren, that they'll see me like how I saw him.
Its really beautiful, both the poem and your story behind it. Truly we do inherit small things from the people we love and are close to, and id like to think in that way we carry at least bit of them with us in our lives. Thank you for the feels hehe :)
"extra pauses
between our breaths."
As I finished reading the post, I realized this is the part that stuck to me the most. So much of grief is carried between each breath.
there really is! a lot of people fixate on the way it aches, but i find that's actually where it lives —
between our breaths
oh, you know what to say!!
That's some amazing writing 👏👏👏
thank you for reading! 🫶
Thank you for the poem! I loved the excerpt at the end which gave a little more depth to your poem.
thank you for reading arial :)
This one hits close to home.
My Grandpa and I were always close, basically the same person at different stages in our lives. I like to think that someday, if I ever have grandchildren, that they'll see me like how I saw him.
that's so sweet 🥺 i also hope to make such an impact on the people around me
I think you will! 🫶
Fuck me this was beautiful! 🖤🧣🐦🔥
LOL thank you cassandrean 🫶
I like this a lot
thank you for reading mac 🫶
Absolutely great writing! I really enjoy your work.
thank you for reading stephanie! i'm glad to hear you like it 🫶
I really like this poem.
thank you so much for taking the time to read, my friend! what was your favorite part?
I always enjoy the b sides to your poems, they add so much to gravity of your piece,
THANK YOU FOR READING CALEB 🫶
Every time I read something of yours, it feels like sharing a drunk cig with your bestie
Really resonate with the theme of emotional inheritance, I based my chapbook on it. Looking forward to reading more of your work
Its really beautiful, both the poem and your story behind it. Truly we do inherit small things from the people we love and are close to, and id like to think in that way we carry at least bit of them with us in our lives. Thank you for the feels hehe :)
thank you for reading! you’re so right, we do carry little pieces of them with us
Once again, a poem that pierced my soul and made it bleed a little locked up grief. Thank you 🙏🏻
thank you so much for reading, alexis 🫶 your words mean so much to me!
Make a nesting now, a place to which
the birds can come, think of Kevin’s
prayerful palm holding the blackbird’s egg
and be the one, looking out from this place
who warms interior forms into light.
Feel the way the cliff at your back
gives shelter to your outward view
then bring in from those horizons
all discordant elements that seek a home.
- David Whyte
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