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- I read once that what makes grief so hard is that when you lose someone - whether it's a break up, a life-changing illness or death - you essentially lose a co-rememberer in everything you shared with that person. It really struck me deeply. If only you retain those memories...it's almost like they never happened at all. Isn't it? They take on some sort of magical or faint quality. They seem like figments of a dream. Was it real if there's only one of you to remember? . . . #love #lovepoem #lovepoetry #poem #poet #poetry #poetsofinstagram #poetrycommunity #poetsofig #poetryslam #poetryisnotdead #spilledink #writersofinstagram #writing #writersofig #writer #writers #words #creative #creativewriting #quotes #thewritingsaint
- I read once that what makes grief so hard is that when you lose someone - whether it& #39;s a break up, a life-changing illness or death - you essentially lose a co-rememberer in everything you shared with that person. It really struck me deeply. If only you retain those memories...it& #39;s almost like they never happened at all. Isn& #39;t it? They take on some sort of magical or faint quality. They seem like figments of a dream. Was it real if there& #39;s only one of you to remember? . . . #love #lovepoem #lovepoetry #poem #poet #poetry #poetsofinstagram #poetrycommunity #poetsofig #poetryslam #poetryisnotdead #spilledink #writersofinstagram #writing #writersofig #writer #writers #words #creative #creativewriting #quotes #thewritingsaint
- I read once that what makes grief so hard is that when you lose someone - whether it's a break up, a life-changing illness or death - you essentially lose a co-rememberer in everything you shared with that person. It really struck me deeply. If only you retain those memories...it's almost like they never happened at all. Isn't it? They take on some sort of magical or faint quality. They seem like figments of a dream. Was it real if there's only one of you to remember? . . . #love #lovepoem #lovepoetry #poem #poet #poetry #poetsofinstagram #poetrycommunity #poetsofig #poetryslam #poetryisnotdead #spilledink #writersofinstagram #writing #writersofig #writer #writers #words #creative #creativewriting #quotes #thewritingsaint
- I want my words to be loyal to the earth a celebration like the spots on a fawn prancing through new pine or a new dawn dancing past the night I want my words to be as soft as a bunny’s butt and feather grass smooth as madrone skin a woman’s inner thigh Yet also, I want them to be as hard as wild walnuts tough as granite breaking feet and egos deadly serious like a lightning strike splitting spruce climate chaos carrying away the normal on waves beyond control as prickly as a yellow jacket or poison oak, that’ll leave you itching for weeks Words that wake you up like a cold splash of mountain creek on your morning face I want them to lead you gently into the arms of your DreamGiver an owl’s hoot under dark skies But also startle the rut mind like a buck launching from the brush Or a bright red snow plant popping up among the ice cups in the fir forest, an eager phallic invitation to Spring a surprise double rainbow after the thunder storms, when “OMFG!” seems the right response I want my words to be stained purple from picking wild blackberries and juicy plums in June, Or sexy like a peach rose opening borage bringing all the bees to the yard I want them to allow the wind to blow through its invisible currents carrying secret scents tickling the hair on your forearms above all, I want them to grow from the soil, telling truth, loyal to the earth #poetry #earthpoems #poetsofinstagram #nature #earth #truth #loyalty #allegiance #words
- I want my words to be loyal to the earth a celebration like the spots on a fawn prancing through new pine or a new dawn dancing past the night I want my words to be as soft as a bunny’s butt and feather grass smooth as madrone skin a woman’s inner thigh Yet also, I want them to be as hard as wild walnuts tough as granite breaking feet and egos deadly serious like a lightning strike splitting spruce climate chaos carrying away the normal on waves beyond control as prickly as a yellow jacket or poison oak, that’ll leave you itching for weeks Words that wake you up like a cold splash of mountain creek on your morning face I want them to lead you gently into the arms of your DreamGiver an owl’s hoot under dark skies But also startle the rut mind like a buck launching from the brush Or a bright red snow plant popping up among the ice cups in the fir forest, an eager phallic invitation to Spring a surprise double rainbow after the thunder storms, when “OMFG!” seems the right response I want my words to be stained purple from picking wild blackberries and juicy plums in June, Or sexy like a peach rose opening borage bringing all the bees to the yard I want them to allow the wind to blow through its invisible currents carrying secret scents tickling the hair on your forearms above all, I want them to grow from the soil, telling truth, loyal to the earth #poetry #earthpoems #poetsofinstagram #nature #earth #truth #loyalty #allegiance #words
- I want my words to be loyal to the earth a celebration like the spots on a fawn prancing through new pine or a new dawn dancing past the night I want my words to be as soft as a bunny’s butt and feather grass smooth as madrone skin a woman’s inner thigh Yet also, I want them to be as hard as wild walnuts tough as granite breaking feet and egos deadly serious like a lightning strike splitting spruce climate chaos carrying away the normal on waves beyond control as prickly as a yellow jacket or poison oak, that’ll leave you itching for weeks Words that wake you up like a cold splash of mountain creek on your morning face I want them to lead you gently into the arms of your DreamGiver an owl’s hoot under dark skies But also startle the rut mind like a buck launching from the brush Or a bright red snow plant popping up among the ice cups in the fir forest, an eager phallic invitation to Spring a surprise double rainbow after the thunder storms, when “OMFG!” seems the right response I want my words to be stained purple from picking wild blackberries and juicy plums in June, Or sexy like a peach rose opening borage bringing all the bees to the yard I want them to allow the wind to blow through its invisible currents carrying secret scents tickling the hair on your forearms above all, I want them to grow from the soil, telling truth, loyal to the earth #poetry #earthpoems #poetsofinstagram #nature #earth #truth #loyalty #allegiance #words

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