There’s something about this poem in particular that I really like—the lines themselves feel like a meandering car ride; they don’t rush towards their destinations. It’s a soothing read punctuated, but not punctured, by points of melancholy and “oof,” if that makes sense?
There’s something about this poem in particular that I really like—the lines themselves feel like a meandering car ride; they don’t rush towards their destinations. It’s a soothing read punctuated, but not punctured, by points of melancholy and “oof,” if that makes sense?
"Oof" is what I look for in so many poems, and it's what I'm trying to uncover in my own work. Makes perfect sense to me! Thank you!
Gorg. Thank you for sharing.
Thank you thank you for reading, and for being an inspiration to share this particular story.