Your poems are like prayers for the unheard voices inside of your readers. I feel like a lot of my silence find voice through your words. Thank you for crafting them so masterfully. 💜
That’s such a kind thing to say. Thank you, Swarnali. I’m moved to know the words speak to you that way. So grateful for the care you offer the words. This means so much to me coming from a beautiful writer like yourself. ❤️🌸
These poems are beautiful. Especially the image of bruised hands healing despite their own condition, still full of love for something greater. Thank you.
this line, "everyone leaves. what we give is forgotten" - it's so beautiful and sobering. as is the imagery of the busyness of the hands, aching as attachments and gifts and time are let go. <3
Your poems are like prayers for the unheard voices inside of your readers. I feel like a lot of my silence find voice through your words. Thank you for crafting them so masterfully. 💜
That’s such a kind thing to say. Thank you, Swarnali. I’m moved to know the words speak to you that way. So grateful for the care you offer the words. This means so much to me coming from a beautiful writer like yourself. ❤️🌸
« of ginger, quivering at the bottom of a pan.
Burnt. Over-boiled.
When can you tell this about tenderness:
that it’s burnt past its cooking point? »
Oh these lines… 🤍
You write from my own heart dear Trivana - this is just beautiful X
Thank you so much, Susie. Ever so grateful for the care you offer the words. 🌸❤️
These poems are beautiful. Especially the image of bruised hands healing despite their own condition, still full of love for something greater. Thank you.
Thank you for your care, Jenn. Sending you my love as ever. 🌸
Thank you ❤️. Sending love your way, too!
Beautful. Love that second poem the best...
Thank you so much, Sierra. So glad you enjoyed it. 🌸
"When can you tell this about tenderness:
that it’s burnt past its cooking point?"
AHHH this line, such a valid question, but captured so gently and abruptly at the same time.
Thank you, Harjyot. Ever so grateful for the care you offer these words. I’m sending you my love. 🌸
So stunning!!!
Thank you so much, Jennae 🌸
this line, "everyone leaves. what we give is forgotten" - it's so beautiful and sobering. as is the imagery of the busyness of the hands, aching as attachments and gifts and time are let go. <3
Thank you so much. Ever so grateful for the care you offer the words. Sending you my love. ❤️🌸
Thank you, Nadia 🌸❤️