Morning frost under an oyster sky, moss like and soft the suggestion of a sea billow. Clouds of breath stoic trees anchored against this day, this year, this life. What do we bury under frozen ground? Bones tangled in roots? An anchor assail?
Rocío (Ro) Christensen
@rocio · 0:15
I love this. I love the image. An anchor, a sail buried under further ground. I love it. I could feel the chill, the chilly wind. It was great. Thank you for sharing
Adenike Nana Esie
@nourishyou · 0:47
I so enjoyed this poem. There was so much tension in attention, but yet movement in it. Like I could almost see what you were seeing. And I I love the way that the images kind of morphed from land to see, from static trees to a billowing ocean. Did you say that kind of tension and stillness, movement and the questions at the end. It's a lovely piece. Thank you for sharing
Emilie Delcourt
@EmilieD · 0:23
Thank you so much for responding to this piece. Yeah, I've had some ups and downs of liking this piece, more or less, and I did a little bit of recent editing, which essentially involved taking out just a few words and maybe moving a comma or so, but sometimes that's all the poem needs. Anyway, thank you so much for responding
Lehvi Pearl
@lehvipearl · 0:18
I really love the line, the suggestion of the sea and how you relate to sky, to it, in a way, how you relate to the sky, to the suggestion of the sea. It's just it's just it's really nice. And thank you for sharing
Arya Sunyata
@theheartdrive · 1:04
You know, they evoke within and you're left with this kind of a spasm. Like what is the answer? I love it. Absolutely clever and well done and really pretty too, at the same time. Thank you for sharing