Train Passing Through...
I truly enjoy reading your poems. They bring me joy sometimes sorrow. I feel as if your words have a life of their own. I don’t know if this makes any sense but I can’t explain it better either. “broken into breath
before breaking
into sound” (love this)
Thank you, Patricia. Beautiful response.
"barbwire night"
Love this line, encompasses the whole mood of the poem! Also:
"I look at the map
on my phone.
This is the city
where I was born—"
Such a heavy, dreamy image right there.
Thank you, Tara, for reading and responding.
I truly enjoy reading your poems. They bring me joy sometimes sorrow. I feel as if your words have a life of their own. I don’t know if this makes any sense but I can’t explain it better either. “broken into breath
before breaking
into sound” (love this)
Thank you, Patricia. Beautiful response.
"barbwire night"
Love this line, encompasses the whole mood of the poem! Also:
"I look at the map
on my phone.
This is the city
where I was born—"
Such a heavy, dreamy image right there.
Thank you, Tara, for reading and responding.