Astrid 🥹 I am back after a few hard days, and I can resonate with this so so much Thank you, and I feel all the love you put in when writing the pieces
This is stunning, my friend! The imagery of being “stuck in the light-years” felt like such a poignant metaphor for grief, distance, and holding on to memory. There’s a delicate tension in these lines, between weight and flight, silence and longing. “Squeezing every tiny glow to make a sound”, what a powerful depiction of trying to find your voice in the dark. This poem lingers like stardust. Thank you for sharing it.
There’s such a calming rhythm to this, like the gentle rituals of preparing a meal and savoring time itself. I love how you captured the kitchen as both sanctuary and creative space. “I slow the clock and sip my wine”, that line alone felt like a deep exhale. Beautifully done. 🥰❤️🤗🫶🏻✨️
My pleasure! That truly means so much, Astrid, thank you. Your writing holds such beauty and depth, and it deserves to be seen and celebrated. I’m so glad it’s inspiring you to keep going. I’ll be right here, always ready to read more! 🥰❤️💛✨️
🥹🥹🥹❤️ thank you so much astrid!!! I can’t believe you wrote this poem for me, inspired by my little world🥹🥹❤️ I absolutely love it, I’m honoured
thank you thank you thank you
What a talent you have!!!
You're welcome and thank you so much! I'm glad you love it!🥰
Astrid 🥹 I am back after a few hard days, and I can resonate with this so so much Thank you, and I feel all the love you put in when writing the pieces
Thank you for the honor 🖤
You're very welcome Sushmita ❤️ Thank you for your insights and I'm glad this resonates 🥰
Astrid, your words are a balm. Thank you for including me in this circle of poets.
Your poems feels like a quiet sanctuary, each line a candle lit for those of us who write from the in-between spaces.
I’m humbled and deeply honored to be part of this gathering. 🙏💛
Stay entangled, my friend.
—The Bathrobe Guy
You're most welcome and I'm happy you love it <3
This is stunning, my friend! The imagery of being “stuck in the light-years” felt like such a poignant metaphor for grief, distance, and holding on to memory. There’s a delicate tension in these lines, between weight and flight, silence and longing. “Squeezing every tiny glow to make a sound”, what a powerful depiction of trying to find your voice in the dark. This poem lingers like stardust. Thank you for sharing it.
There’s such a calming rhythm to this, like the gentle rituals of preparing a meal and savoring time itself. I love how you captured the kitchen as both sanctuary and creative space. “I slow the clock and sip my wine”, that line alone felt like a deep exhale. Beautifully done. 🥰❤️🤗🫶🏻✨️
Thank you Saira! Your words are always very moving and it inspires me to write more <3
My pleasure! That truly means so much, Astrid, thank you. Your writing holds such beauty and depth, and it deserves to be seen and celebrated. I’m so glad it’s inspiring you to keep going. I’ll be right here, always ready to read more! 🥰❤️💛✨️