I might be looking for something that’s not intentional, but I feel like your spacing is methodical. The last stanza especially, with the indented line ‘molding new clay’ is like a work in progress before returning to left-justified as if all put back together. Nice.
I might be looking for something that’s not intentional, but I feel like your spacing is methodical. The last stanza especially, with the indented line ‘molding new clay’ is like a work in progress before returning to left-justified as if all put back together. Nice.
These things happen organically and mostly intentionally but also come to mean more than I intended, especially through the lens of others.
Such excellent poetry. The kind of piece you could just keep reading and feel sucked into something important.
Thank you so much, Jill : )
Leaning into my confession
Molding new clay with gentleness
I love this line. We are constantly changing. We are constantly molding each day into something worth while. I love this poem
Yes! Thank you so much, Chad : )