Introduction to Poetry
Poetry is a form of artistic expression that has been around for centuries, captivating the minds and hearts of people with its powerful words and unique structure. Whether you’re a seasoned poet or just discovering the world of poetry, it’s important to understand the basics of what poetry is and why it’s so important. In this blog, we’ll delve into the art and significance of poetry, and…
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I've Endured, Now What?
Blue Iris - Mary Oliver / So This Is All I Will Ever Be? - Fatima Aamer Bilal / Vive, Vive - Traci Brimhall
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If they miss you, they’ll call. If they want you, they’ll say it. If they care, they’ll show it. And if not, they aren’t worth your time.
Lessons Learned in Life
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isnt it amazing we live in a world where theres poetry. why is nobody else going insane about it
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Oh to have the poetic symbiosis of a rogue who bites people when he’s stressed and a barbarian who becomes resistant to physical damage when he’s protecting his friends
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But for the time it is here, in my chest, it is endless.
Today is one of those dark days. My chest a cavern, loneliness the echo radiating throughout it. Outside my window is a beautiful day full of unobscured blue sky and sunlight, a crisp chill in the wind, and I am sitting solid behind the glass. Watching. The root of dark wedged deep into the soil of my mind. I am aching to feel warmth, wholeness.
I might not find it here in me today but I know it exists. Even the most awe-striking of places battle bad weather.
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allegory of the cave (380 bc.) - plato
“socrates: now consider the following. barkbarkbark”
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What I Learned from My Mother
by Julia Kasdorf
I learned from my mother how to love
the living, to have plenty of vases on hand
in case you have to rush to the hospital
with peonies cut from the lawn, black ants
still stuck to the buds. I learned to save jars
large enough to hold fruit salad for a whole
grieving household, to cube home-canned pears
and peaches, to slice through maroon grape skins
and flick out the sexual seeds with a knife point.
I learned to attend viewings even if I didn’t know
the deceased, to press the moist hands
of the living, to look in their eyes and offer
sympathy, as though I understood loss even then.
I learned that whatever we say means nothing,
what anyone will remember is that we came.
I learned to believe I had the power to ease
awful pains materially like an angel.
Like a doctor, I learned to create
from another’s suffering my own usefulness, and once
you know how to do this, you can never refuse.
To every house you enter, you must offer
healing: a chocolate cake you baked yourself,
the blessing of your voice, your chaste touch.
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You can’t change how people feel about you - so don’t try. Just live your life, and be happy.
Lessons Learned in Life
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