I reread your poems this morning
after my class on the language I’m
learning—the one that’s spreading
in my chest because of you.
I still have
few words, but the few I do have are
so big and beautiful that I keep nearly
forgetting to exhale as they descend
upon me, clinging and gnawing on my
flesh until I ask them to hold me tight
and hum me to sleep. They do.
They wait for me to wake up.
I wait too.
I have few words, and where
they’re taking me, I’m no longer sure.
I reread your poems this morning.
I understood more than last time
and because of that, I think
I know less.
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willowthewisp (
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- Comment from author about the poem: on learning a language, and finding that the words mean a lot more than just their translations
- Category: Reflection
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Wonderful write! Very descriptive. Great job!
That really means a lot, thank you so much!
Omgggggggggggggg!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
This is literally one of the best poems I've read in a while!
You're subtle eloquence and grace is so captivating.
Also, the topic is so dear to me: friendships, more specifically, poetic friendships
aaaaaaaaa thank you thank you thank you! Poetic friendships are really really such a special thing and I am very glad it resonated with you as well:)
what a wonderful pen you have ma'am .. and what a splendid poem you have posted here as a gift for all of us to enjoy ... oh' and thank you for liking my recent scribble too .. Neville 🙂
Thank you, it makes me very happy that you enjoy my poetry! And I liked your recent scribble because I liked it very much…the whales really spoke to me, I think🙂
we have ourselves a win win now we an have a whale of a time 🙂
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