Poetry is truly this journey of describing what is within us and describing what is around us. I really like how you create this kind of scene and draw us in with each detail.
These are wonderful moments, Elizabeth, and told in a way to stay in the mind and heart. It's a lovely thing, really, to have both the brief glimpse and the longer account with context... which I also look forward to reading!
Something akin to the two poems you published yesterday, Christine -- the delicious full lyric, spare and elegant in its own way, and then the one-word-to-a-line poem that distilled the nightscape even further.
Love the lavender moment, coupled with the lavender highlighting! That actually happened, amazing! Reminds me how sometimes I used to bring lavender in my pocket when I had to teach middle schoolers. Ha! Both poems, beautiful moments painted with your usual magic, inspiring us all to look around today! Thank you.
I love these two moments—the student and then the old man, mother, and child. How many gifts can come from just paying attention to the world and people around us. I’ve been much too in my head lately and need to step back and look around.
It's always a challenge to balance attention between Inner and Outer, isn't it? Thanks so much for reading, LeeAnn, and thank you for the restack as well.
Two things, Elizabeth. First of all, the lines from Hamilton, "look around, look around, how lucky we are to be alive right now..." have been running through my brain these days. And voila! here is your post.
Two: I penned a short verse in Notes this morning about just this idea of capturing a moment. I love the way you described it, "I don’t need to excavate my past in order to write them. I just need to keep my eyes open."
We just need to keep our eyes open and tell the world what we see.
Many best wishes for words to flow and revise themselves as you spent time with your 500 word poem story!
Precious moments captured here, Elizabeth. Just the sort of reminder we need when we feel crumpled ourselves. Beleaguered student, bedraggled mother. What I loved most of all today was the very last line of your post: "...I don’t need to excavate my past in order to write them. I just need to keep my eyes open."
Best wishes on finalizing the long narrative poem!
Poetry is truly this journey of describing what is within us and describing what is around us. I really like how you create this kind of scene and draw us in with each detail.
Thanks so much, Susannah -- glad to have you reading!
this is so beautifully written elizabeth!!
Thanks so much for reading, Gala! I'm glad you enjoyed it.
Two small and vivid word films.
One mouthful of popcorn each! Thanks so much for reading, Linda Ruth.
Lovely, clearly seen moments.
Thank you, Margaret Ann! 💛🌿
These are wonderful moments, Elizabeth, and told in a way to stay in the mind and heart. It's a lovely thing, really, to have both the brief glimpse and the longer account with context... which I also look forward to reading!
Something akin to the two poems you published yesterday, Christine -- the delicious full lyric, spare and elegant in its own way, and then the one-word-to-a-line poem that distilled the nightscape even further.
So glad we get to read each other's work!
Love the lavender moment, coupled with the lavender highlighting! That actually happened, amazing! Reminds me how sometimes I used to bring lavender in my pocket when I had to teach middle schoolers. Ha! Both poems, beautiful moments painted with your usual magic, inspiring us all to look around today! Thank you.
Oh, I hoped the lavender helped when you were dealing with those middle-schoolers! Thanks so much for reading, Petrina.
I love these two moments—the student and then the old man, mother, and child. How many gifts can come from just paying attention to the world and people around us. I’ve been much too in my head lately and need to step back and look around.
It's always a challenge to balance attention between Inner and Outer, isn't it? Thanks so much for reading, LeeAnn, and thank you for the restack as well.
It's amazing the moments we can bear witness to if we keep our eyes open.
Isn't it? 💛🌿 Thanks for being here, Donna.
I love both of these. You imagery is wonderful! Thanks!
Thanks back, Rose! 💛🌿
I really enjoy your character studies as they take me there, then.
So glad to hear that, Kim! Thank you for reading.
You have the gift of capturing moments, and “unpacking” them. Thank you 🙏🏻🪻
Thank you, Shari!
Two things, Elizabeth. First of all, the lines from Hamilton, "look around, look around, how lucky we are to be alive right now..." have been running through my brain these days. And voila! here is your post.
Two: I penned a short verse in Notes this morning about just this idea of capturing a moment. I love the way you described it, "I don’t need to excavate my past in order to write them. I just need to keep my eyes open."
We just need to keep our eyes open and tell the world what we see.
Many best wishes for words to flow and revise themselves as you spent time with your 500 word poem story!
Thank you, Jody! And YES to the line from "Hamilton."
Precious moments captured here, Elizabeth. Just the sort of reminder we need when we feel crumpled ourselves. Beleaguered student, bedraggled mother. What I loved most of all today was the very last line of your post: "...I don’t need to excavate my past in order to write them. I just need to keep my eyes open."
Best wishes on finalizing the long narrative poem!
Thanks so much, Elizabeth!
How lucky we are to be alive right now. Look around, look around, Eliza! Thank you for this sniff of lavender.
I knew you'd hear the song...! 💛🌿