Having lost a son, I found these poems to be soothing, healing. Grief, loss, love -- these things are a part of being human. I feel blessed to have read them.
OOOOoooo; when I see that the subject is cathartic I cringe BUT I try to give it a read - and I'm glad I did. Perhaps not least in kin sort of feelings, my family being luckier(?) as my mother's side came over mid 1800s - a single bloke in the armed forces.
Sad as the theme is, I see the beauty in the things that show you beauty, if that makes sense - in the language you use. I like the cherry blossom. I helped my mum roll the news paper, rake the ashes.
The unnamed children just howls wrongdoing - I shudder because mum's side were catholic too - I think we scraped through by the skin of our teeth/spuds. The imagery in that is an illuminated book.
Funny how Spurn Point gets people. Others have written about it - I used to visit when I drove for a living.
My niggles - I'm such a Walter softie. Seeing ugly words like tumor turn me off. If I ever wrote such stuff I might say "My brain was ravaged, my sleep stolen" and let the reader figure it out. It's amazing how much subtlety we can interpret with ease. But that's just me.
As is this - If I might be a (insert your insult here), I mostly but not always avoid 'like': use a descriptor instead. "The ash lifted and curled, sending smoke signals and fungal spores...."
Fab. I've liked your recent posts on faceache, thanks Mr O for getting your verse under our noses (smiley emoji with knobs on)
Such beautiful and moving poems, and such a tragic story.
Thankyou Ali
Having lost a son, I found these poems to be soothing, healing. Grief, loss, love -- these things are a part of being human. I feel blessed to have read them.
I’m very new to sharing I also aim to share an connection to what we’ve lost through nature I’m glad they brought you nourishment
Everything you do is poetry Fiona, even the bits that aren't. Such a talent ❤️
Wow Thankyou 🙏❤️
OOOOoooo; when I see that the subject is cathartic I cringe BUT I try to give it a read - and I'm glad I did. Perhaps not least in kin sort of feelings, my family being luckier(?) as my mother's side came over mid 1800s - a single bloke in the armed forces.
Sad as the theme is, I see the beauty in the things that show you beauty, if that makes sense - in the language you use. I like the cherry blossom. I helped my mum roll the news paper, rake the ashes.
The unnamed children just howls wrongdoing - I shudder because mum's side were catholic too - I think we scraped through by the skin of our teeth/spuds. The imagery in that is an illuminated book.
Funny how Spurn Point gets people. Others have written about it - I used to visit when I drove for a living.
My niggles - I'm such a Walter softie. Seeing ugly words like tumor turn me off. If I ever wrote such stuff I might say "My brain was ravaged, my sleep stolen" and let the reader figure it out. It's amazing how much subtlety we can interpret with ease. But that's just me.
As is this - If I might be a (insert your insult here), I mostly but not always avoid 'like': use a descriptor instead. "The ash lifted and curled, sending smoke signals and fungal spores...."
Fab. I've liked your recent posts on faceache, thanks Mr O for getting your verse under our noses (smiley emoji with knobs on)
Thanks Alex Yes some tweaks you mention and one or two others have already be made.