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sofi <3's avatar

loved this, beautiful writing!

Deanne's avatar

Thanks! 🥰

Write To Your Face's avatar

Can you please clarify (if you don't mind of course) this stanza:

"For you, I’d scoop it all up,

take it into my mouth,

and spit it out like bullets

at her and him and them"

I was a little confused here. Thanks in advance!

Deanne's avatar

Absolutely!

I’m referring to wanting to take away their grief and defend them against everyone who has ever hurt them

Write To Your Face's avatar

Ohh...ok. That makes sense. Thanks for clarifying that!

You hit on some good points in your poem. Grief affects people in various ways, and unfortunately, some people don't understand that. Trying to put people on deadlines of when they're supposed to be healed. It's a journey and it should NOT be rushed.

And I really liked the line "I’d show you stones that have been broken into sand

and how they can still make castles"

HEW(Hue) of Poetry's avatar

"I'd plant long summer nights in your mouth"- this line is quite sublime, I like it. Makes me think of the Bible verse stating life and death is in the power of the tongue, of all things.

Deanne's avatar

Thanks, I was happy to come up with that line too!

Izabella 💌's avatar

It’s indeed so painful to see the ones we love grieving. You captured it so beautifully 💔

Deanne's avatar

Thank you ❤️