I’m in FG too and picturing you writing this. The last line rang through me like a bell. Also I listened with my four month old daughter just now and she was rapt, which was so fun to watch. Starting her with good poetry very young.
Yes yes yes please do! The reason I am a writer is because my mother read to me and had me memorising and reciting poetry when I was barely old enough to speak. I owe my love of language entirely to her, so I have a very soft spot for parents who love like this xxxxxxxx Also I wonder if we passed each other in the street yet?
I just found your poetry and your page… “We rent each other’s beds
for weeks and weeks and weeks
with nothing to show for it at the very end
but dirt underneath our nails” - this is too relatable, like a line from my own journal. 🔪❤️🩹 You inspire me to share more poems online! Thank you for sharing your heart so vulnerably ♥️
I’m in FG too and picturing you writing this. The last line rang through me like a bell. Also I listened with my four month old daughter just now and she was rapt, which was so fun to watch. Starting her with good poetry very young.
Yes yes yes please do! The reason I am a writer is because my mother read to me and had me memorising and reciting poetry when I was barely old enough to speak. I owe my love of language entirely to her, so I have a very soft spot for parents who love like this xxxxxxxx Also I wonder if we passed each other in the street yet?
How long have you been in the neighborhood? It’s entirely possible. I am still on maternity leave and we walk a reasonable amount
I used to live here, but now I'm here for the next month or so! x
Wonderful! It's such a lovely neighborhood.
If you ever felt like joining us, Eloise is very social (Libra) and loves a new person!
Love. Love. LOVE. ❤️❤️❤️ Your words are oxygen. ✨
Here I am in Malaysia crying over this poem...
Love when the work travels!
I am here literally because of the last line of poem...
Beautiful haunting words. That photo 😍
Hi
that last line knocked me out
Me too
😫 Yrsa. 💗
Just 💜
I have no words for this... it hit on a different level. The last 5 lines are so haunting in the best way- I will read at least a million more times x
Thank you so so much Bell. This means a lot xxx
I just found your poetry and your page… “We rent each other’s beds
for weeks and weeks and weeks
with nothing to show for it at the very end
but dirt underneath our nails” - this is too relatable, like a line from my own journal. 🔪❤️🩹 You inspire me to share more poems online! Thank you for sharing your heart so vulnerably ♥️