Devastated words

That September,
I didn’t see the moon all month,
I remembered the dark skies,
my horoscope of hopelessness
the moon
like a past lover,
she hid from my desperation
and my devastated words,
like ‘we’
and ‘us’
singularly scattered in the ocean
like ripped up poems from yesterday
even the moon could not bear
the longing in those metaphors,
the sighs, i think
she forgot all the memories of the tides
I searched the shadows in the sea
like I was searching for you
but the moon had gone
that September

97 thoughts on “Devastated words

  1. My Dearest R,
    How would I begin to describe the beauty and the pain woven by your talent… the moon is gone, “we” and “us” are now devastated words, and you are searching the shadows in the sea… What an imagery.
    I sit here and read over and over engulfed by your talent and the remembrance of some dark skies.
    Rachel, this poem stained with pain is outstanding. You are unbelievable.
    xoxo

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    1. Thank you G. You have no idea how much your response means to me. I feel like you feel every word that I write, and in response I feel your kindness and your empathy like a warm sun. Your beautiful interpretation is a gift. I really have no words to properly thank you. How can I do it? Just know that I try.

      Thank you G xoxo

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  2. But the moon does return again and again to remind, cruelly, of every time it was gazed upon as “we”. And then when one of “us” stood beneath that moon thinking of another “we”.

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  3. Ah, the treacherous moon!
    ‘my horoscope of hopelessness’…wow! Rachel, this is so devastatingly beautiful! When ‘we’ and ‘us’ are scattered across the ocean, it is heartbreaking. Love your moon poem. 🤗❤️❤️

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    1. I had to write a moon poem after reading yours, i was inspired! I can’t help it Punam, that is what your poems do to me. And I am forever grateful for that. No-one can write a moon poem like you ❤️❤️

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    1. This comment has me smiling, and happy that this poem withstood the ripping…. my romantic best… are you saying I’m romantic? 😂??!! I feel like most of my poems are doomed with the kind of devastation that’s in this one. Even when I don’t mean to do it. Maybe it’s my signature? But anyway, thank you.

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      1. haha thats an understatement, of course you are a romantic, and romantics always dwell the worlds full of devastation, longing, doubts, and conflicts, within and outside themselves.

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    1. Some things that are beautiful just really make you sick (love the reference, in fact I’m pretty sure parting words and shattered worlds inspired some of this). I get it…. but, I don’t know, I feel like saying I’m sorry at the same time. Hopefully you know what I mean!

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  4. My dear friend,
    …You’re amazing.
    This poem is portrayed that it shows the feeling of rejection, pain, and the despair of being unheard. I believe this talks about a specific, possibly romantic, relationship, but interpreted it as someone whose words are not heard. Someone whose presence is just like his absence. Someone ignored not because they were not loved, but because other people couldn’t deal with them and their thoughts since they were too intense. Someone who has suffered, and the ones who made them suffer refuses to hear their words as to save their conscience and be able to sleep at night without the constant chatter of guilt.

    Someone who needs someone to listen, but nobody’s there.

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    1. Nour my friend.
      What you have done here, is peeled back a whole layer of this poem, and found a deeper meaning within it. The feeling of being too much for someone else to bare, and the fear that that person would turn away at a moment they were needed most, on the darkest night.

      I simply cannot tell you how much this interpretation means to me, you have seen to the very core of this. It’s as though you read me, not just the words I wrote in this poem.

      Thank you ❤️❤️❤️

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  5. Wow. Something we all can relate to. Betrayal. Tragic romantic. Brings up images of 9-11 and high school…It’s a lot to ask of someone—‘share my secret’ or ‘bare my burden.’ That takes trust. And willingness. And how do you say that in words?

    This feels very much like someone who is spreading her wings…and yet…
    💓💓💓

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    1. Nina, this comment is so beautiful, and so thoughtful. 9-11 was one of the layers I had in my mind as I wrote this, it wasn’t obvious and I’m so glad you picked it up.

      As for the rest, yes, doomed romance, that feeling of being too much for someone, even for your self sometimes… the depression and loneliness of that, of needing to hide.

      Someone afraid of spreading their wings….

      Thank you 💓💓💓

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      1. Rachel, you are a truly beautiful soul.

        Depression is weird—comes out of nowhere—uhg. Sometimes, we do need that warm cozy comforting compassion blanket. Wrap up curl up and shut down…just for a little while…I understand. Gosh do I understand…

        You have a brilliant way of expressing difficult emotions. Also fun to read comments here and what others say. And your picture is super cool! Reminds me of the scratch board pictures we used to make as kids.

        🤗🤗🤗 hugs to you.

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      2. Inviting…tempting…seductive. And that’s the danger. While it’s wonderfully inviting—it’s also easy to get stuck there. Then it becomes serious. Then it’s a health issue.

        Sigh…it’s sad to me because while on the one hand—occasionally depression is a normal part of life. It happens. And there is plenty we can do for our mental health. On the other hand—popular culture tends to glamorize depression. For so many reasons…

        As for doomed romance, yep…I wrote a piece titled “Dear Mr. X” it was doomed from the beginning—I still engaged. Learned a lot from the experience. Of course I’d do it differently today…but 27 years ago…and oh so naive…Mr. X—I’m glad we met.

        Hugs received! 🧸💘🧸💘🧸💘

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  6. (Please do not take this wrangling and ripping to heart, I saw your picture and wanted to entangle myself. Beauty can be an officer.)

    1. If in September, you didn’t see the moon, you don’t have to say that you didn’t see the moon all month. I might suggest: “That September,/I didn’t see the moon.”

    2. If you remembered the dark skies, if they were dark, could you actually see them? Therefore, I suggest: “I remembered the dark.”

    3. Your “horoscope of hopelessness,” the horoscope of shinny yellow piss. I don’t see the horoscope at all, just the hopelessness. So, perhaps:

    I remembered the dark,
    Hopelessness, and
    Moon…

    4. Why did the moon remind you of an ex?

    She hid from you. You were desperate. You spoke with crushing blows. It seems innocent enough to say “we” or “us.”

    For some reason, you got to the beach and scattered words.

    You ripped poems? I assumed they might be written earlier. Too busy were you with the context of distress?

    Even the moon could not bare? The say to moon, is to bare it all.

    The longing in metaphors, like being on all fours?

    The sighs, can you hear them between walls. I think my neighbors can tell.

    I cannot forget even one moment as you describe.

    How does one remember all the memories of the tides? Don’t they inherently wash away? Go back to sea, instill themselves like loveliness, become one again, or stop whining like a teenager to go outside?

    You searched the shadows in the sea. I can see you going off of cliffs gently and landing on your feet.

    You looked for her, and I watched.

    Yes, the moon was gone,

    But above.

    It cast the last remaining light before Winter.

    ________________________

    That September,
    I didn’t see the moon.
    I remembered the dark
    And hopelessness.

    The moon hid from my desperation,
    Like an ex, whom
    I devastated.
    Words like “We” and “Us”
    Scattered in the ocean.
    I ripped poems.
    Even the moon could not bare.
    I longed for those metaphors.
    She forgot the tides
    Would bank and shift.
    The sighs in sand,
    As the waves come and go.
    I searched the shadows in the sea.
    I searched for you,
    But the September moon was not there.

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    1. It seems you have given this a lot of thought. But I had my reasons for including the words I did, even though some of them may appear redundant to you. So, while I hear and thank you for your suggestions. I would politely decline the changes you suggest.

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      1. You don’t have to listen to me. I think, as I was fairly clear, your face launched a thousand ships, and while was on the boat crossing over to meet you, I had your poem to bide my time.

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      2. Again, appreciate your time and thoughts. I think the ripping of poems was a theme – we both shredded mine in different ways and with different motivations. It’s not that I object to your ideas, in fact I welcome feedback, positive or negative. But somehow I am left feeling there is something a little… misogynistic… or perhaps diminishing, for you to shred my artistic form while in more of less the same breath compliment my appearance. Or perhaps that’s just me?

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      3. Rachel, thank you for appreciating me. My motivations for looking at your work were to get to know you. My ideas are just that. I admire you. I saw some things that I probably just projected onto your work, but I honestly believe in brevity. I wish I had the genius to articulate myself better, to be persuasive. I cannot possibly hate you. There’s no reason for it. Your work is a puzzle. It makes me want to respond. I didn’t seek to diminish you. A poem is a thing; it’s not you. It came as an idea, at least that’s how it is with me, and I write it down. I work on it over and over again, until I can’t see anything wrong, but if someone tells me something I didn’t see then I listen and correct it if it makes sense or is based on grammar or is awkward. I got tired toward the end of working with the poem. I saw myself struggling. At then end, I had changed the first line of your poem from what I had initially written. That indicated flexibility. If I had the energy, I think I could have settled on a way of writing it that might have been the “best.” And when I say that, I am coming from Wittgenstein’s book Philosophical Grammar. A poem is like the most spare and perfect article, a thing unblemished by noise. Poems are like tight coats by famous designers. If they don’t feel right, you can’t get comfortable. I was wearing yours. I wanted to know what it was like.

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      4. Despite what it might seem, I welcome critique or suggestions for improvement of my writing. I certainly am no expert, in fact, precisely the opposite. Your approach to poetry seems to be one of prioritising brevity and meaning. I respect that approach, and certainly I am known to be wordier than necessary. I have never studied poetry not literature, so I write by feeling and… sound. I edit my poems not just for meaning but for these qualities too. I don’t adhere to a rhyme or meter scheme but I do like my poems to have a lyrical quality. I would want them to sound ‘good’ if read aloud. Sometimes I’m better at achieving that than others. I also choose words that I believe can create atmosphere or mood.

        I actually enjoy the opportunity to discuss writing process. Here are a couple of thoughts related to what you said:
        1) you are correct, I did not need to use the words ‘all month’. But, in my mind they create a sense of it being a conversation, of using words for emphasis…
        2. Actually I agree. “I remembered the dark” may be adequate. My ‘feeling” is it needs another syllable, I have no justifiable reason why… it could be darkness instead of dark skies, but somehow ‘dark’ doesn’t seem like it flows as well. Also, the next line references stars (horoscopes), so I’m drawing attention to the sky in preparation of that.
        3. I think I did take exception to this. For one thing, referencing ‘shinny yellow piss’ seems offensive in of itself as something my poem made you think of. Your spelling mistake of shiny is salt in the wound for me on this matter. For another, the use of the word ‘horoscope’ is intentional and carries both significant meaning and lyricism. “Horoscope” and “hopelessness” have a similar feel and meter. I like the sound of them together. Also, horoscopes are predictions, and a prediction of hopelessness is even more hopeless than hopelessness alone. Again, you could argue it’s unnecessary – hopeless is hopeless no? But, horoscopes are in the stars/lunar, and predicting horoscopes as judged by the moon or absence of *all month* was intended as emphasis.

        After this point, I found it harder to follow your critique. My interpretation of the poem differed somewhat to yours, which I believe is completely ok and even desirable in a poem or any art. It’s subjective after all. I could argue why I chose those things but in fact I would not want to detract from your interpretation – why would I, that’s yours. To use your metaphor, you tried on my poem like a coat and found it fit in some places and less well in others. If I put it on it will fit and look different. I appreciate seeing how it looks on someone else.

        What I objected to was that on reading your critique I felt like you were effectively saying “I’m going to tell you what I don’t like about your skill as a writer, because I think you’re attractive.” So it’s like saying my worth as a writer is inconsequential to this whole matter. This is what Christopher is correctly referring to, and what I mentioned before about your comment seeming diminishing or misogynistic. No judgements, anger or hurt about this, I’m actually very curious of your thoughts on it.

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    2. Please do not take this wrangling and ripping to heart, but I saw your criticism and wanted to see the work of the person who thought themself qualified to offer such insight. Strangely, when I clicked your name, it took me to nowhere that held any poetry. Do you have any poetry that you’ve written? I would very much like to see what you write so I can see your work as to better understand your criticisms and critiques.

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      1. A.P., I don’t know who you are (in the sense I wasn’t talking to you; why so protective? I am not waving a stick. I am responding to a poem, to a person to get her attention, not yours), but your first mistake was to exclaim a need to be qualified, if indeed you call it “insight,” then you contradict yourself.

        Secondly, you waded too shallowly into the pond that is my blog. I have written many poems, but as I have implied thus far, poetry is not really at issue here.

        What is at issue is general to literature or even art itself, which is logic. I mostly take a philosophical approach to writing. Language, and thus grammar, may support me. But, let me stop there. I am attracted to Rachel, and while I began well in addressing the concerns I had with the poem, I began to drift off.

        As Rachel argues, “I had my reasons for including the words I did, even though some of them may appear redundant to you,” she exclaims a right to say whatever she wants. I concur. But, grammar represents a set of rules that demand adherence if intention is to be sound, although I think her intentions were sound, I suggested being more brief, tighter. In other words, you can garner meaning external to a writer’s intent, and often in art, the object is interpretable through language. Language is bigger than the writer. The writer is confined within the space of language. Poetic license is constrained by the meaning of words, for example, and the relationships between and among those words are bound by “The system of rules and principles for speaking and writing,” which is grammar (wikidiff).

        Further, you exclaim a need to be qualified, but that would be a fallacy as well. Because, just because a person is learned, does not mean, as my “drifting off” implied, that the focus is directed or his credentials are being utilized. Truth or falsehood is the only judge. If my arguments were not convincing, then whether or not I am qualified is neither here nor there.

        Finally, you called my comments “critiques,” where a “Critique is a detailed analysis or evaluation of something,” apparently by an authority (Differencebetween.com). You contextualized this. I made no claims. Again, you argue the requirement, where I argue the truth or falsehood, the suggestion to improve or that my suggestion would not improve Rachel’s writing, (Strunk and White).

        I thought Rachel was beautiful. I found a poem in her blog and dove in head first. After all, she suggests reading her mind. “Criticism is not always negative as it is evaluative as well as judgmental in nature.” My intentions were not to involve you. I have absolutely no interest.

        I learned that Rachel will not budge. She did however entertain my ideas That’s more time than most people get. I am happy to disappear again. Thank you for your interest in me, but my feelings are not shared, at least and until you break with that most irritating of excuses, which is that I have to have the credentials to make a coherent sentence. Focus on the sentence. Arguing the man is a fallacy.

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      2. To reply in kind – I would not say that one need be qualified to offer an opinion, but I think we can certainly agree that, for instance, if someone gave their personal insights about the work of a painter, and then we were to ask, “but what is that you paint?” or “what do you know of painting?” and they were to show us a wall where they did haphazard finger paintings, we might all go, “ah…yes…well…thank your for your insights…I guess…” and would all move on and say little more. This, however, is not to imply that you are doing the same – which leads me to element number 2 ->

        This would be a failure of WordPress and not of you. When I clicked on your name, it brought me to nothing but your gravatar. And that’s it. From that, there was no way to tell what, if anything, you wrote…or didn’t write. Naturally, this can slant opinions since we live in a world where so many find it easy to scream loudly and when confronted with, “So…what is it that YOU do?” we are met with righteous indignation formed of, “THAT’S NOT THE POINT! I’M ALLOWED TO SAY WORDS!!”

        Third point: “What is at issue is general to literature or even art itself” – both of these (literature and art) are subjective constructs. I’d like to think that we can both agree. As such, no one has a point of perspective to say, “this is wrong” and/or “this is right”. Granted, you were merely offering your opinion, but you did so in a way that – and I assure you of this…I mean…I absolutely, unequivocally assure you of this – you did so in a way that was hurtful and viewed as painfully antagonistic.

        This brings me all the way back to the top:
        Why so protective?
        1.) Rachel is my friend and she has been for a long time.
        2.) Your comment likely upset her and she’s too nice of a person to just say so.
        3.) I don’t think it helps anyone when people try to take a position of “let me tell you why I think what you did is incorrect” in regard to artistic expression and let me be clear, your comment came off as “let me tell you why what you wrote was wrong.”
        Sure, you may view it as, “Hey, I was just offering some helpful input/advice,” but that’s not how it came off, of that I am certain.

        Next point: “Grammar represents a set of rules” – true and not true as grammar has, and constantly has, changed with time. Shakespeare is on record with using double negatives because – at the time – it wasn’t seen, grammatically, the way we see it now. One cannot say that the rules of grammar are immutable. Historically is it proven that they are mutable, so the best we have is “the rules as they currently exist”. But if you choose to judge all things by how the rules are, then the past is wrong, and if you judge all things by how the rules were, then the present is wrong. They’re both wrong, in a sense, and they’re both right. You seem a rather intelligent fellow, so I’d like to believe that you are also aware of this.

        Next point: I did not exclaim, but I did mention being qualified because, as I said above, it’s easy for people to talk loudly and then, when asked, “so, what is it that YOU do?” have nothing but loud opinions. And, again, we live in a world where people tend to find it very easy to voice their “very cross opinions” based on the foundation of “because I’m allowed to say things”. This is not about being learned, however, but more an issue of whether or not someone has ever actually put their own work forward for criticism. And, again, WP messed that up by not taking me to an actual page, which made it seem as though you may just be “some guy who really liked to say things because he could.” – in that regard, I do apologize, as you are, in fact, someone who also writes.

        Next point: a critique is also “a criticism or critical comment on some problem, subject, etc.” And criticism means, among many other things, “the act or art of analyzing and evaluating or judging the quality of something,” so yes, your comment was a critique. You went through and cataloged what you thought was wrong about it or, if you’d rather, what would make it “more correct” or “better”. I feel fairly certain that, given those definitions, your comment meets the criteria of “critique”.

        That’s my two cents. Apologies if any of this came off as overly snarky – it was not my intent to come off like an asshole, so if I did, I can assure you that I did not do so out of some desire to be needlessly malicious even if it might seem otherwise.

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      3. A.P. I just want to say at the outset, that I really enjoy your points. There is a sense of kindness or tenderness.

        About the subjectivity of art and literature, I don’t agree. Ask any English professor. Interpretations have their bounds. Words have denotations and connotations. If things can mean anything then all we have is insanity. We can argue a position, for example, but the best argument wins. You can consult Oliver Wendell Holmes’ writings about that.

I didn’t mean to hurt Rachel. When people attack my writing, I am thrilled by their insights and aid if that is what it truly is and if it is not, I simply argue back and tell them why my line is better if I believe it is. An art professor used to argue that the language of a work of art is only known to the artist to which I said hell no. Art, like its contents in a composition are, in effect, things that have definitions. And those things tell a story. If you sit before a work, it talks to you, words come to mind, you are affected emotionally. The measure of a work is how it disappears and all that is left is you contemplating the ideas left by it. You are a cocoon in contemplation of the eloquence of the idea. That may be the subjectivity of which you speak. But, still it is the distractions of the work that I am addressing, which at this point, I don’t want to direct anything at Rachel. I think I failed. I feel for her. I sense her kindness too. Anyway, of this point, I have to take your word for it about hurting her I don’t want to hurt you either.

        I understand your need to protect Rachel. I never think that people are necessarily friends here, because this is an international site. Nobody really gets to meet another person, or so I thought. I might actually only know one person, who I met before she came here.

I wish I hadn’t upset Rachel.

        I am not going to argue about your point about my saying I felt something was wrong. I wasn’t thinking something “belonged” to her, although I knew it was something she created, but I think I have made that point.

        On the point about grammar, there are rules and as I said, there is argument, which is either convincing or not. You could even argue that double negatives were seen differently and that a poem must be contemplated in that context and give reasons to support that position.

        I think ultimately, we should not have a debate about hurt feelings, when we are talking about art. We have to get some distance, because frankly it isn’t fair. It means the viewer comes up to something and cannot engage the work truthfully. The experience has to be qualified, tempered. And that’s really not what art is about.

        I don’t deny the past, anything can be applied to the interpretation of art, but it’s what sticks, stands the test of time that wins the argument for its meaning. There are types of literary criticism:
        
* Moral Criticism, Dramatic Construction (~360 BC-present)
        * Formalism, New Criticism, Neo-Aristotelian Criticism (1930s-present)
        * Psychoanalytic Criticism, Jungian Criticism(1930s-present)
        * Marxist Criticism (1930s-present)
        * Reader-Response Criticism (1960s-present)
        * Structuralism/Semiotics (1920s-present)
        * Post-Structuralism/Deconstruction (1966-present)
        * New Historicism/Cultural Studies (1980s-present)
        * Post-Colonial Criticism (1990s-present)
        * Feminist Criticism (1960s-present)
        Gender/Queer Studies (1970s-present)

        I am probably a formalist and reader-respondent. I don’t think this is either right or wrong. I think you and Rachel might be addressing gender criticism. So, neither side is wrong. Nothing has to be wrong. I do think as I mentioned before that you are alighting on how I am doing something rather than what I am doing. A poem, for example, is way over there somewhere. I knew it. I really have no idea who Rachel is. I think that is an important aspect of this. The truth is at play on the fields of what was happening between me and the poem. I am doing a lot of writing on unrequited love and feminism and I am on this point about veracity of impulse, and just letting it all hang out. And yes there is a way to address people. But, again, in context, this is a public forum, and at least for me, the participants are complete strangers, whereas the poems are on full display. And the expectation is that, at least for me, you would want an unqualified response.

        A poem by its very nature represents the ultimate example of language. It cannot have any cause for hesitancy. It’s like a diamond that any jeweler can cut.

We established that I write, but again, you have to be careful about this. I hope you see that it isn’t relevant. The only thing that is relevant is whether what they have to say is true or false.

        I really think this argument cannot be about me or Rachel. It has to be about the work. Otherwise, we aren’t writers. We are gossips or dilettantes.

I am surprised you blamed WP for not taking you to an actual page. I know it’s a problem with the site, but you should have known that or at least gone further.

        I think what surprised me about your response coupled with my experience of WP is that everybody is pretty much a stranger. I think I only know one person, who I met separately and then she followed me here. As a teacher, her students often comment on my work, but otherwise, I don’t know anyone. So, for you to jump in, it felt weird. What’s funny is that we literally are no more than avatars, but of course that can’t be true.

So, I have to say that for me, this ended well. I hope Rachel is OK. I would really like to meet her.

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  7. Beautiful words, Rachel, and beautiful thoughts. The sea has tremendous power, the source of it all and the holder of memories, shadows, dreams and infinity…lovely poem you have written, within the words you can feel the beating of your heart…

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    1. Francisco, thank you for such a lovely comment. I agree, the sea holds such oceanic depths, in more ways than one. I love what you say about her holding memories, shadows, dreams and infinity. That’s gorgeous.

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      1. Having been born on the Mediterranean and always having the sea…and the Atlantic Ocean when I lived in the US…near me, it holds a fascination for me that I cannot even fully explain. Thank you Rachel and I wish you a lovely weekend in that beautiful land of yours!
        All the best, (and I nominate you to the Liebster Award, hope you accept, would love to read your replies to my three little questions)
        Francisco

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      2. I feel the same about the sea, when you’ve lived near it your whole life i think a piece of your heart gets caught up in the tides forever.

        I hope you’re having a wonderful weekend Francisco.

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      3. That is such a beautiful way to express it. I know that feeling and you are so right. Thank you for such a lovely thought. Yes, it turned out to be quite a lovely weekend. Hope yours is as lovely as well…
        Francisco

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  8. Your writing is so delicious Rachel. I know some people seem to stray from the expressions of sadness or loneliness but it is a part of life and as a poet myself I get blue too. We are creatures of emotions and no one is happy all the time. Your poetry touches my heart for it is honest, raw, vivid and rich. Your beautiful words are imprinted upon the reader. Losing a whole month what an interesting thought and yet how true for so many of us who are sensitive and boldly honest.

    “singularly scattered in the ocean
    like ripped up poems from yesterday
    even the moon could not bear
    the longing in those metaphors,”

    I reread several of your poems today, to my husband, and he was blown away as we are with Gabriela’s (Button’s) rich experiences given to us through her words. Your styles are different but they both have such a profound effect on me.

    I hope you have a blessed day my friend. Your words are a precious gift. So grateful I have many more poems to read that are new to me. What a blessing to know you through your words.

    Love and hugs dearest Rachel,
    Joni

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    1. Oh my goodness Joni, you are paying me the highest compliments – to read my poems to your husband, to mention my writing in the same breath as our gorgeous and talented Gabriela. Honestly, I feel so honored, I don’t know where to begin to say thank you. I do so often write of sadness, although I then got to a point I felt it was all I could write. I am so grateful to have you read me, you feel like a kindred spirit, a friend, a sister even. You make me feel blessed. Love to you my dearest Joni, and thank you, so much xxooxx

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      1. Dearest Rachel,
        I am honored that you think of me as a kindred spirit. I feel the same way about you when I read your work. My husband thought your work was amazing too.

        Rachel your work is unique and extremely beautiful. I love dear Gabriela’s (Button) writing and she is a blessing to me. It is obvious that you are a truly amazing writer that is missed by your readers. You two have similar styles of writing. I am in awe of the two of you and your lovely work. I too, have a lot of sad things that I could write and it should be ok to write what we feel. All emotions should be accessible when we write to keep it real and raw. I am grateful I have your work to read that was done before I found you through Button. She connects people to talent which is her giving heart, and I don’t believe in consequence when I meet special people. They are a unique gift that God puts in my path for a reason. I understand your writing because of my first 20 years of life with my parents and even the sad poems are written with so much beauty. I wanted to tell you about a site that I just discovered that I am going to try to submit to called Blood Into Ink. The link is bloodintoinkpressblog.wordpress.com. Take care of yourself my sweet friend. I appreciate your kind response. I get wordy with my comments so forgive that about me. Just one more thing, what ever you write is loved you can tell by the likes and comments and you can write about whatever you want. People will read every word and be grateful for the opportunity.
        Love you Rachel.
        Xoxoxo ❤️💖💕Joni

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      2. Joni, you are a gift to me, i absolutely treasure you. “I don’t believe in consequence when I meet special people. They are a unique gift that God puts in my path for a reason.” Goodness, you make my soul soar sweet friend. I’m so glad that we have crossed paths. You are the kind of person I’d be drawn to in a crowd, I’d sense your loving energy from a million miles away. I will have a look at the site you mentioned. I have never published anything I wrote other than on my own site, I’ve always shied away from it. Love you Joni xoxoxox

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