I sometimes envision myself as a giant canvas with all the details and intricacies and experiences of my life splayed out in paint for all to see all over me.
I may be projecting because I want to know someone relates to this, but I couldn't get by that bias when reading this piece - it seemed to connect with me on the level that this perception lives to an extraordinary extent.
My first love in this poem were these two lines, which I adore:
like dirt coffers
or crocus bulbs
but then, and I know it's cliche to say that I like the end the best, but these lines:
my core pushes forth
a promise of Spring
are just so much. so much so, I'm jealous I didn't write them (not a common feeling for me, I just love and feel so connected to them).
But yes, this is just gosh darn lovely, @mamadini, and, of all the poems I've missed reading, I'm so happy I read this one today. Thank you for sharing.
Oh my! I am truly honored by such feedback. I love that feeling when I read lines that I wish I had written.
YES -- I totally understand and feel the same so very often (with what I create).
Thank you for this wonderful feedback. :)