This is beautiful in the way the oil sizzling in a stainless steel pan is. It makes you flinch and step away and then think. I love how all your content not only encourages thinking but also causes it.
Underrated skill tbh
> Just as sea sits at elbow of land, so death at the elbow of
memory, lapping at the edges of it, greedy, like all lonely things.
>...nor the color of your voice
> And then the fog cleared and I was alone.
And then I woke and I was alone.
The rhythm in this oof. Thank you for writing and posting.
Hi Hilary, I really enjoyed this poem. You have captured the sense of being on the threshold of something beautifully. I don't pretend to know what you are writing about but for me it has created a sense of uncertainty and ambiguity and (not to be too pretentious) a liminal space. The uncertainty begins with the word 'should' and continues with position between land and sea and your stunning image of the cliff edge between what was and what will never be - then the mention of death, and another corker - its greediness like all lonely things - for me connects back to the word 'should' again promoting sense of uncertainty and ambiguity. Are we talking of someone alive or dead or somewhere in between. Loved the image of the earth and sky stitched together and your photo beautifully evokes that image of stitches with the grass and bare winter trees looking like tacking that joins the foggy sky and barren land. Thank you.
Nice, Hilary!
Thank you!
This is beautiful in the way the oil sizzling in a stainless steel pan is. It makes you flinch and step away and then think. I love how all your content not only encourages thinking but also causes it.
Underrated skill tbh
> Just as sea sits at elbow of land, so death at the elbow of
memory, lapping at the edges of it, greedy, like all lonely things.
>...nor the color of your voice
> And then the fog cleared and I was alone.
And then I woke and I was alone.
The rhythm in this oof. Thank you for writing and posting.
Thank you! (I am also drawn to things that surprise my mind into thought.)
Hi Hilary, I really enjoyed this poem. You have captured the sense of being on the threshold of something beautifully. I don't pretend to know what you are writing about but for me it has created a sense of uncertainty and ambiguity and (not to be too pretentious) a liminal space. The uncertainty begins with the word 'should' and continues with position between land and sea and your stunning image of the cliff edge between what was and what will never be - then the mention of death, and another corker - its greediness like all lonely things - for me connects back to the word 'should' again promoting sense of uncertainty and ambiguity. Are we talking of someone alive or dead or somewhere in between. Loved the image of the earth and sky stitched together and your photo beautifully evokes that image of stitches with the grass and bare winter trees looking like tacking that joins the foggy sky and barren land. Thank you.