I’m going to be the first to admit that I don’t really have a strong grasp of poetry, so I apologize if I took the wrong meaning from these, but I really liked all of these, just the same. It seems like they all have a theme of... sad things have happened in the past, and may again in the future, but we struggle on anyway. Even though it hurts, and we’re tired, life goes on, and it is still beautiful and full of love if we let it be.
I reread “After the Shooting” again after the castle game and it has a different meaning to me now. “What Resembles the Grave but Isn’t” resonates with me a lot, too. Especially here, these days, how everything just feels like a series of holes we fall into and climb out of, over and over without pause or line breaks. Things relentlessly go on and on and we deal with it better on some days than others, but ultimately we do deal with it.
“Invitation” was a nice one to end on. A reminder to get out of your head and appreciate the things that are good and beautiful.
I also got another poem today. Was it sent by the same person?
[ it’s a hand-written copy of this poem. An accompanying note reads, Never stop being you. ]
This one has that same melancholic mood as the others, that same vibe of “even though the world is rough and broken, hang onto the beautiful parts.” That final line about the “gentle light that strays and vanishes and returns” spoke to me in particular.
Thank you so much for sending these. I’m very touched.
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Table of Contents:
Rain, Raymond Carver
Cutting Odette's Fingernails, Bianca Stone
After the Shooting, Stephanie McCarley Dugger
What Resembles the Grave But Isn't, Anne Boyer
Invitation, Mary Oliver ]
I’m going to be the first to admit that I don’t really have a strong grasp of poetry, so I apologize if I took the wrong meaning from these, but I really liked all of these, just the same. It seems like they all have a theme of... sad things have happened in the past, and may again in the future, but we struggle on anyway. Even though it hurts, and we’re tired, life goes on, and it is still beautiful and full of love if we let it be.
I reread “After the Shooting” again after the castle game and it has a different meaning to me now. “What Resembles the Grave but Isn’t” resonates with me a lot, too. Especially here, these days, how everything just feels like a series of holes we fall into and climb out of, over and over without pause or line breaks. Things relentlessly go on and on and we deal with it better on some days than others, but ultimately we do deal with it.
“Invitation” was a nice one to end on. A reminder to get out of your head and appreciate the things that are good and beautiful.
I also got another poem today. Was it sent by the same person?
[ it’s a hand-written copy of this poem. An accompanying note reads, Never stop being you. ]
This one has that same melancholic mood as the others, that same vibe of “even though the world is rough and broken, hang onto the beautiful parts.” That final line about the “gentle light that strays and vanishes and returns” spoke to me in particular.
Thank you so much for sending these. I’m very touched.