Exactly, if I put myself in the writers’ shoes what was it. I also like to write from a reader‘s point of view. Because if I’m bored to death reading it, then I know my readers are gonna be bored to death. I like to reread it in the editing process as if I’m the reader and not the writer
Another great poem (yes I’m binging your writing right now)
I love this idea how language and art can also be a home. Especially when our own world isn’t what we thought it could be.
“I closed my eyes to see” I love that metaphor. I do this as well. It’s like a stand in for letting the inside guide the outside. Intuition? I’m not sure what it’s called. closing the eyes to see is better.
This is a really strong and dense poem Dorie. I admit I had to read it many times to understand what you are saying with such beautiful language. And still I feel I haven’t grasped it in its entirety. You write so damn well.
Saif you are lovely, thank you for this conversation today, I was having a bit of writers block because I shut off emotional side and just stayed in logic mode the past few days. I am honored and so very moved by your comments. Thank you.🩷🙏🏽
I love this prompt, Dorie💛 I love how you frame a “page” not just as words, but as a place of refuge and curiosity. Reading has always been like that for me. “A borrowed peace that makes all my longing cease” really stayed with me; that feeling of finding a temporary home inside someone else’s words is so familiar. I think I’m actually going to try this prompt later today.
Heart immediately scooting closer to this page like hi yes, I live here now~
Getting lost on purpose, rereading for comfort, borrowing peace and gently reshaping it — that’s exactly how pages become little homes. I didn’t want to turn it either.
I like to know how people feel when they write. What emotion sparked this output.
Exactly, if I put myself in the writers’ shoes what was it. I also like to write from a reader‘s point of view. Because if I’m bored to death reading it, then I know my readers are gonna be bored to death. I like to reread it in the editing process as if I’m the reader and not the writer
I do this. I read my stuff over and over just to get the right feel. Often ignoring grammar mistakes as long as it flows a certain way.
Another great poem (yes I’m binging your writing right now)
I love this idea how language and art can also be a home. Especially when our own world isn’t what we thought it could be.
“I closed my eyes to see” I love that metaphor. I do this as well. It’s like a stand in for letting the inside guide the outside. Intuition? I’m not sure what it’s called. closing the eyes to see is better.
This is a really strong and dense poem Dorie. I admit I had to read it many times to understand what you are saying with such beautiful language. And still I feel I haven’t grasped it in its entirety. You write so damn well.
Saif you are lovely, thank you for this conversation today, I was having a bit of writers block because I shut off emotional side and just stayed in logic mode the past few days. I am honored and so very moved by your comments. Thank you.🩷🙏🏽
I love this prompt, Dorie💛 I love how you frame a “page” not just as words, but as a place of refuge and curiosity. Reading has always been like that for me. “A borrowed peace that makes all my longing cease” really stayed with me; that feeling of finding a temporary home inside someone else’s words is so familiar. I think I’m actually going to try this prompt later today.
I’m so glad you liked it! Don’t force yourself think not as I must write a poem, think what does this mean to me and start there.
I did it. Too shy to share it here so it's in your inbox :)
I love it! Thank you!
Heart immediately scooting closer to this page like hi yes, I live here now~
Getting lost on purpose, rereading for comfort, borrowing peace and gently reshaping it — that’s exactly how pages become little homes. I didn’t want to turn it either.
Our favorite pages that we in turn gift with flowers to press
As I return to this world you created, with faces and voices known only to me...
I find myself paralysed, unable to reach for the crisp corner.
In this moment you're safe and happy...
Yet I've sensed my dear friends face heartbreak or grief, but denying their future already written like cursed fate is no better.
Let us grasp your tomorrow and roll the dice, I pray for your safety...
My friends.
Excellent!