I mentioned yesterday to another writer that being a poet is the hardest thing. Writing poetry is easy, having the lived experiences to add depth is hard. Thank you for seeing me🩷
Writing poetry comes easily to some people, but it’s never been easy for me. I’ve only written two poems in my life, and they’re nowhere near as exquisite as yours.
To be fair and honest, I’ve only recently started learning how to appreciate and enjoy poetry, so I’m sure I miss the mark in my interpretations sometimes.
But I’m having such a lovely time learning, growing, and expanding into it. And I just purchased two very special poetry books that I'm looking forward to diving into. :)
You are so kind🩷 I think you could write poetry. It’s funny, not funny, haha, but reminiscent. When I write poetry it starts with one word. Then I try to describe what that word is to me, to my life, my pain, my happiness, my love,my sorrow. It’s like a kaleidoscope of words. There isn’t much grammar to it. Nor rules, it just flows out like an emotion erupting.
I don’t know about other poets, but if the first word doesn’t strike me in someway, no matter how hard I try, the poem won’t come. Sometimes it’s a song, a smell, a cluster of words on a sign, but something hits and the kaleidoscope starts. I only post the kaleidoscope poems. The rest are just flat.i hop that made sense.
I totally get what you are saying. The two I wrote were after Ed died. And the first was called Ashes... one word. The second was What If. I will share them with you if you are interested, but you have to promise to remember I'm not a poet! lol
Oh how lovely! This almost scans as lyrics…maybe I’ll get a song idea…not exactly something I have time for, but who knows that hasn’t stopped my fickle muse before 😂
Dorie, you really said “heartache but make it couture,” huh?
The whole piece feels like walking into a velvet-dark room and bumping straight into feelings I wasn’t ready for.
Your “exquisite ache” is basically flirting with me at this point.
The way you let pain twirl around beauty like that—ugh, dangerous, I love it.
Keep writing like this and I’ll need emotional seatbelts next time~
I mentioned yesterday to another writer that being a poet is the hardest thing. Writing poetry is easy, having the lived experiences to add depth is hard. Thank you for seeing me🩷
Writing poetry comes easily to some people, but it’s never been easy for me. I’ve only written two poems in my life, and they’re nowhere near as exquisite as yours.
To be fair and honest, I’ve only recently started learning how to appreciate and enjoy poetry, so I’m sure I miss the mark in my interpretations sometimes.
But I’m having such a lovely time learning, growing, and expanding into it. And I just purchased two very special poetry books that I'm looking forward to diving into. :)
I’d love to read it🩷
I'll send them in a DM.
You are so kind🩷 I think you could write poetry. It’s funny, not funny, haha, but reminiscent. When I write poetry it starts with one word. Then I try to describe what that word is to me, to my life, my pain, my happiness, my love,my sorrow. It’s like a kaleidoscope of words. There isn’t much grammar to it. Nor rules, it just flows out like an emotion erupting.
I don’t know about other poets, but if the first word doesn’t strike me in someway, no matter how hard I try, the poem won’t come. Sometimes it’s a song, a smell, a cluster of words on a sign, but something hits and the kaleidoscope starts. I only post the kaleidoscope poems. The rest are just flat.i hop that made sense.
I totally get what you are saying. The two I wrote were after Ed died. And the first was called Ashes... one word. The second was What If. I will share them with you if you are interested, but you have to promise to remember I'm not a poet! lol
Oh how lovely! This almost scans as lyrics…maybe I’ll get a song idea…not exactly something I have time for, but who knows that hasn’t stopped my fickle muse before 😂
It is a song! You nailed it! Let me send you the song I used as inspiration! https://open.spotify.com/track/6iJsXHavLjQME8c1yq9O7O?si=qWmjOlzCQESGv7X4Qshkpg
Dorie… this is absolutely beautiful. You captured that bittersweet ache of loving in silence so vividly.
Dorie, you really said “heartache but make it couture,” huh?
The whole piece feels like walking into a velvet-dark room and bumping straight into feelings I wasn’t ready for.
Your “exquisite ache” is basically flirting with me at this point.
The way you let pain twirl around beauty like that—ugh, dangerous, I love it.
Keep writing like this and I’ll need emotional seatbelts next time~
It rotated around in my head and I put this song on…I love the way she cries out for him but laments at the same time. The last line translates to something similar to “you are my heaven… https://open.spotify.com/track/6iJsXHavLjQME8c1yq9O7O?si=8p7QIjj4RsasEAqjs6eJ7Q