• Just give me

    One tiny seed

    In a quiet bit of green

    A word

    A whisper

    A wish

    A wild run

    My history sings

    Itself to sleep

    I close my eyes

    Concede defeat


    November 13, 2019

    • A lot of people battled this month Elizabeth , and despite all that , I think everyone posted. so – respect to you!

      and even though to your mind maybe , this isn’t your best effort ( I suspect you set yourself a very high standard) , I still found it refreshingly simple in construct and honest. A delight to read.

      well done!

      • How kind you are. I wrestled like a mute madwoman on this prompt, put was determined to post. I have yet to begin reading, but look forward to seeing how others won the battle. Thank you for your kind words.

    • Totally agree with what Kim said. This is definitely not a defeat. Thank you for sharing this seed!

    • Hi Elizabeth, a beautiful short poem, love your word choice. Definitely not defeated. Well done:)

    • Thank you, Jane. I look forward to beginning reading poems today. Always an adventure and a heartfelt journey.

    • If this is defeat…
      A word A whisper A wish A wild run
      Indeed your history sings!
      A thing of beauty, this

    • Far from a defeat: I like it! The simple construction of your poem is one of its greatest strengths. It becomes more than something about posting a piece for a prompt. I know I feel like I’m scratching for “one tiny seed” a lot of days–a scintilla of inspiration, or hope or energy, just something, and some days the only answer is conceding defeat today to see if tomorrow offers better conditions.

    • I love this.

      It speaks to me of me.

      Of the peace I retain within even on the dark days—of the peace within to sleep well. To know I have myself with whom I can face the morrow. It’s that simple.

    • Hello, Elizabeth. Sometimes, there comes a piece that speaks to you in the right moment, and yours has just done that. As others have pointed out, this is far from a defeat. I like the soothing quality of the content and the rhythm you’ve used. The final lines, after reading it a couple more times, spoke to me in a way I didn’t’ expect: closing the eyes didn’t feel like a concession or a defeat at all. It was more like a surrender to peace and to allow your worries to flow away. An inspiring poem. Best!

    • Oh, Elizabeth! Not only is it a lovely poem right from where you found yourself, but it speaks so well about how the most rudimentary things can be elusive. This is not a defeat, it’s a win.

    • You surrounded this task well – I enjoyed reading your submission!

  • Resume unwritten

    Intention to list

    All the jobs I’ve been given

    First job: Server

    Deserver of tips

    Food with fervor

    Job two and three

    Factory work

    Skilled rudimentary 

    Fourth job teacher of te […]

    • Hi SS, I enjoyed your poem. The writing of a resume is to sum up ones existence and experience and employability on a few pages. Daunting indeed. I totally understand the obsolete-defeat:) Good luck.

    • Enjoyed your wry take on how resumes are meant to capture a person’s worth in a page. How to sum up a life? The way you numbered your jobs, describing them tersely and unromantically, was a great way to capture that mood. “There is no number five”–terrific, heartfelt line. Need to remember a resume is more than a piece of paper–there’s a human being on it.

    • The resume is rudimentary—base. In it one cannot know the real you that is vibrant and rich with hues and paints the world in vibrant colors and feels greatly and experiences mountain tops highs and lows with great depth and loves beyond measure and touches others in real ways.

      It’s a story that cannot be told on a resume—it would take a trilogy of novels I’d say, so I love how you’ve captured it in the obtuse resume.

      Aren’t we all this ordinary and black and white when wheedled down to a few short lines when the world isn’t interested in really hearing the truth of who we are?

      Clever piece!

    • I whole-heartedly agree with all the above comments that a resume can only contain the most rudimentary facts, which is not who are. Your poem is a well worded description of the ridiculousness of that being something by which we are judged. And the downward slide in the end tugs at the heart.

  • Is a baby crudely primitive on the scale of knowledge?

    For he can’t talk, walk or feed himself,

    but is catered to by those homespun creatures – mothers.

    Is his undeveloped  brain recognized for its pote […]

    • Well done Sue, I liked your circle of life. Definitely food for thought and a clever take on the prompt. Thanks for sharing:)

    • Well done using so many synonyms! Very clever and interesting how they lean toward different meanings, depending on how you use them.

  • After the blossoms of summer

    Are seen only in the mirror,

    Before frost flowers appear

    And winter is near

    The garden no longer requires toil

    Lifting canna bulbs from the soil

    Should be pretty rudimentary

    And […]

  • In present life forms are diversified
    In ancient times the life forms wasn’t like that
    Long before life parting in the worldwide
    Living in under the sea and mudflat

    Just be one rudimentary life form
    So some began […]

    • Hi William, good on you for having a go at a hard prompt. I have found your poem a little hard to understand, perhaps a little more editing would make your purpose clearer.

      A suggestion might be to put less on each line to make it more like a poem – maybe something like this:

      In present life
      Forms can be diversified
      In ancient times
      Lifeforms weren’t like that

      Long before life
      Parting in the world
      Found living underneath
      the sea and mudflats

      There was just one
      Rudimentary life form
      And so began the process
      of a new transformation

      This is just a suggestion – and to me seems more like a poem with a bit more mystery:)

  • You may well conclude 

    midnight dogs brood and bellow,

    hunting ghost possums

    treed high in the night,

    a bark and a bite, braying 

    their autumnal song.

    You’d be wrong.

    You might find you swoon 

    at the full […]

    • there is a distinct ethereal quality to this poem – its brooding and dark. I love the way you paint this underworld with the choice of your words – a lot which I had to go look up ! ( I have never heard of chthonic before or haintlight ( is that to do with blue?) – it really created an atmospheric, Halloween-ish feel.

      I feel like this is part of a story and I would love to know more about this world!

      great job!

      • Hahaha…thank you for your kind words! The world is as far away as a chilly walk in the woods under a full orange moon! That’s as close to the underworld as I’d like to get for now.

        I was worried because none of the formatting I intended came through, making it more of a wordmush than intended. If I had another rewrite, I would also change some of the internal rhyming in the haikus and make them a little more flowy.

        As for “haintlight”…sort of another term for a ghost light, or will-o’-the-wisp, I think. Kid of conjures that odd light that seems to pop up every now and then in the night outdoors.

    • Great imagery and word choices in here create a very spooky feel of the dark deep forest. Nicely done.

    • Hi, yes indeed many words I did not know:) Very clever and I like your explanation for haintlight. I also like how you explained where this would be occurring – chilly walk in the woods under a full orange moon – I love that picture.
      My favourite part of your poem was the end:
      things rudimentary.

      Hug close round your fire,

      til the chill ashen pyre winds

      down its last glimmer

      like long-dead starlight

      bled right through merciless space:

      there’s naught left to do.

      A withering feast comes fast for you.
      I loved this verse and felt you could have even got away with just writing that. Well done.

      • Thanks for reading! This one just kept going and going–its not all great material but I couldn’t resist putting it all together.

    • This is so dark and has this sort of allure to it that pulls the readers in. I like how it rhymes. Good one😀

    • I wanted to read this to see what you meant by irregular rhyme with haiku. Definitely a lot to unpack here. Very atmospheric. Creepy and feels just like the fall I’m experiencing in upstate NY. I’m not sure I got all of it, but that’s not a bad thing with a poem, when coming back to it could provide something new. Thanks for sharing!!

  • She came screaming

    into this world

    with such rage

    that her great-

    grandmother’s mother

    smiled over

    blighted potatoes

    and whispered to

    babe at breast

    that the future called,

    from across the A […]

    • I liked the way you expanded on a baby’s first cry and related it to the butterfly effect. Never wouldn’t thought of it that way! Thank you for sharing 😀
      Also, the way you worded, “Her great-grandchildren held their breath as she let a sigh of ecstasy escape the upward curve of her lip the first time.” Is just amAzing! Really great image you captured there!

    • I enjoyed your use of sound words…scream, whisper, laugh, sob, sigh, then scream and whisper again. Nice use of repetition to bring the poem full circle. Some interesting images also: “hugged her rib cage” and “smiled over blighted potatoes” I liked in particular. Nice work!

    • Hi KB, yes you have used plenty of onomatopoeia in the poem (also a word I love and like to try to get primary students to learn to spell). Well done – it is a great take on the butterfly effect.

  • If I’m being honest

    The truth is I am broken

    And when I say I am broken; it is only because words fail to describe what I feel tumbling inside my head like a square wheel without place, purpose in this w […]

    • Reading this took my breath away, figuratively and literally. Just, Wow. Thank you so much for writing this.
      So much beauty in the many ways you described being broken and i love how in the end, you/the persona is not defined by brokenness but by love.

    • This is really great! Your images are wonderful, I especially love the couple of lines about pottery. I think this will sound amazing out loud! My only suggestion would be to drop the first line. The rest of this is so forceful and power pose-esque, but the first line is very unsure of its self.

      • Hi KB, thank you for your feedback. The hesitant and unsure first four lines is one of the parts that misses something from a spoken word performance to a written reading. The spoken word performance would start out with physical hesitation, an unsure step of someone that is about to share the darkest parts of their life.

    • Hi Cassandra, your poem looked so long I almost didn’t read it. BUT I AM SO GLAD I DID!! It is one of the most beautiful poems I have ever read. I really feel it should be published somewhere. Amazingly beautiful, an d so haunting and painful, all together – a mix mash of feelings and emotions. Well done and thank you for sharing.

    • Kudos! This is a triumph of the soul. Thank you for your courage and your tenacity to come through the fires to the reality of Love.
      I am so happy for you and so grateful that you are willing to share your journey with us. We are truly blessed by your presence and your work.

    • I see great pain, juxtaposed against great hope.

      When glorious heartache and loss is on display alone it appears to some a mere freak show. However, when on the journey to triumph—therein awaits a masterpiece!
      Your character has clearly conquered here! BRAVO!

    • Cassandra this is a masterpiece. It is beautiful. It is an unstoppable force of life. You take us on a journey, and the destination is healing. Brilliant. Rudimentary in its grit and truth. So well done. Like a song of life.

    • Oh also, in line 10 I think you mean to use the word “choking” as in strangling? To “chock” means you support with a block of wood to keep from rolling away, like behind a wagon wheel. Again, your poem is outstanding.

  • After the long fall from wants and dreams,

    And accolades from important people of important ranks,

    And travels to distant lands of distant cultures,

    And the nods of those that wished for success without […]

    • your story in this piece was bitter-sweet, you really drew me into your journey.
      it seems you were forced to reassess and in the end, hopefully find yourself in a better place?

      as per your poem I am inclined to want to get rid of all the ‘ands’ , I find them superfluous to the message of your story?

      my favourite line has to be this: The best that money might buy and the friends that no money could,

      a very personal account – thank you for being brave and sharing 🤗

    • Hi Ruth, I enjoyed your poem and your take on the prompt. I like the idea of this high-low place. Well done:)

    • Thanks, Jane.

    • Interesting that I wanted to see this poem because I have a friend going through something like this right now, being told their whole life they were something special and then things not happening to move forward on a timeline they created. But this poem is exactly what happens after a landing or a crash landing…we go back to the heart of things, what we want before it gets all dressed up in external trappings. I liked this take on the prompt. Thanks for sharing!

  • rude man try i
    (the pompous creature irritates the subject)

    nary true dim
    (when falsely spoken and faintly seen)

    rut nary dime
    (same-old same-old is not worth much)

    i run drat y me
    (the subject flees curses […]

    • a creative response to rudimentary!

      I rather enjoyed trying to figure out your “interpretations” and seeing if I agreed with them or not – that was fun!

      well done – you did it!

    • OH wow, I can only imagine how long this took you to do. Very clever. Well done.

    • Nicely done–hard to deal with a word like rudimentary, and anagrams were a great solution! The effort to illuminate the individual anagrams is terrific–I found myself pulling the random phrases apart to understand what you were interpreting. Just a very inventive way to handle this prompt…

    • O that was really unusual! Thank you! I enjoyed it very much.

  • rudimentary

    my love for my soulmate

    the heartache is near

    • loved that juxtaposition of love with the realization that heartache is potentially not far off, the extremes of those two emotions are powerful and there is great truth in that understanding .

      I think you are missing a syllable in your 2nd line – should be 7?

      great poem this month – really like this 🤗

    • Hi, I love the pure simplicity of your poem. So few words, yet they say so much.
      Trying to think of how you could add one more syllable for second line and all I could come up with was: The love for my one soulmate – or – Primal love for my soulmate
      Well done and thanks for sharing:)

    • Love…heartache. Nice juxtaposition to suggest that vulnerability is integral to love. Haiku is a great way to make sure your words all do heavy lifting. Good job!

    • Love inevitably exact heartache, even with the one who has the other half of your soul. Simple and beautiful.

    • Great stuff! Well done.

    • Good start – I’d like to read more

  • Sorry for not sharing the bliss of the moment,
    For my obvious self-absorbing nature
    That loses me in thoughts
    Of what’s happened, what’s here
    And what’s about to come.
    Sorry for my sudden lack of atten […]

    • Charles, this is such a beautiful piece. I’m hovering between interpreting this as a break-up poem or a cry for help from a deeply conflicted and depressed narrator. I guess the two readings are related at some levels, and your formatting reinforces that oscillation in the reader. There are some phrases and stanzas that hit so hard: “frustrating dyslexia of feelings” – oh wow; and the entirety of your third stanza. And that peace your narrator speaks of in the last line, I’m really wondering about it. Peace from the wounds and the unrest pressed by The Other? The Ultimate Peace? I always like reading your work.

      • Hello, Hanri. Firstly, thank you for commenting on my work and for your kind words. I deeply appreciate them, the same way I appreciate the work you share with us, which is nothing less than brilliant. Regarding your interpretations… you’re kinda right on both of them. It’s partly a reflection on personal struggles and the need to heal pay attention to yourself instead of focusing on the other ones all the time (this part is autobiographical), and partly words towards the people around you who might not be able to understand what’s going no matter how close they are (this part was inspired by a friend’s rocky relationship). I realised I could connect the two of them, so to speak, and it wasn’t until my friend shared his story with me that the poem took form really (I got stuck with the first two stanzas for over two weeks haha). I didn’t think the format in terms of these two threads, though. It was more a matter of visual balance that I found surprisingly soothing. As for the ‘peace’ bit… I’d say peace overall but mostly personal peace, whatever the reader may define it. Writing this was a cathartic experience -it’s been a tough month so far- and ‘peace’ was what I felt after I finished, so it made sense. Thank you again for your comment and your insights. Best!

        • Thanks for the compliment, and even more so, for sharing about the creative process. Isn’t it fascinating how these arbitrary things – a lived experience, a recounted narrative, and a prompt out of nowhere just seem to create the flow? For me things always come more easily if there is this Power of Three.
          This time of the year is tough at the best of times, and I’m glad you could rise above it and complete this project.

          • I agree with you. When I look back on some of the things I’ve written and I think about how and what originated them, it does surprise me how apparently unrelated ideas seem to clash and kick the flow off. It’s fascinating indeed, Hanri. Thank you for your kind words again.

    • Hi Charles, beautiful, mystical and difficult to decipher. I like that you leave so much up to the reader. Your words and lines can be interpreted in so many ways. And in fact reading it twice gives it different meanings again. I love the way you chose to set it out – such a lovely and alluring shape. I always think poetry is about painting a picture with words and you always do this. Well done:)

      • Hi Jane. Thank you for your kind words about my work. I personally like the poetry that lingers in my mind like a not-so-clear afterthought and makes me reflect about things, feelings and situation I may have not, striking a connection with me at the same time. I suppose all this translates to my own work sometimes. I like your take on poetry as a painting with words. It certainly can be more visually alluring sometimes and become stronger depending on the poem -especially of the poem asks for it. Thank you again for taking the time to comment on my work. Best!

    • Heya Charles

      ok – the first thing that strikes is the format. unfortunately on a laptop screen it is distracting, maybe on one of those big monitors or perhaps on a big AO canvas it reads better, but on my leeeetle laptop it doesn’t read well.

      However, your words are a totally different matter altogether – I am struck by the awareness you have that you are/were distant and not always there for …whoever. It says a lot about a person – admitting they were not present. and yet , in your very last line you unapologetically state your own peace comes first – interesting.

      I don’t know if I like this made-up phrase : “non-made questions”
      ‘The no calls and non-made questions ‘ – I might suggest rather something along the lines: ‘ the no shows and awkward silence’

      this is one of your pieces that I will enjoy reading over and over – thanks for giving us something to ponder 🤗🥰

      • Hello Kim!

        Oh no! I should’ve known that would happen in some screen sizes. Honestly, I was so enthusiastic when I managed to get the format right faster than usual in the bloody editor -a small victory, yeah- it didn’t even cross my mind. I apologise for that.

        Regarding your take on the poem… I’ve always believed honesty comes a long way in terms of communication, and that awareness comes from that same place of honesty, I suppose. And sometimes, what may pass as arrogance is nothing but a need to put attention on yourself for the first time or for a while, at least, and it’s tricky to communicate that to others. The ‘non-made questions’ bit haha… that first stanza just flew out of nowhere into my mind and I just couldn’t let it go, though I did wonder about it later on when working on the rest. I should’ve used perhaps ‘non-asked questions’. Thank you for your suggestion, Kim and thank you again for taking the time to read my work. Always a pleasure reading your take on everyone’s work and your insights. Best!

    • This is deep, Charles, and speaks to a need to focus on oneself to the exclusion of all others. I wish that my ex husband could have said these things to me, when he would go all silent and self absorbed, that way I might not have taken his silence so personally but would have known he was working on his own demons that had nothing to do with me. I have a friend who does this too, and the insight your poem has awakened in me has given me a whole new understanding of what their silence and standoffish may be about. Your work is always so thought provoking and evocative and deep, and this one in particular resonates with me so well. Thanks for sharing this, and I hope you find your peace.

      • Hello, Peggy. I’m humbled by my poem speaking to you so deeply, and it just adds to the wonders of poetry and the written word, how something connects with someone in, perhaps, a totally unexpected way from one’s initial intentions. I hope this new understanding wasn’t hurtful. Thank you for sharing an intimate part of your life here with us and thank you also for your kind words about my work. Best.

    • When I looked at your poem before reading it, it seemed to dance across the page and back again. It seemed so happy. Then I read it and loved every word of the sadness and frustration it conveyed. Oh I do so love your work, Charles. Thank you for sharing.

      • My dear June, thank you for stopping by and for sharing these words with me. Indeed, the layout does convey this bouncy vibe associated with something more playful perhaps, but then it goes in the opposite direction. I’ll be on the lookout for yours, as usual, I’m curious about which form you tried this time. Best.

  • my dear
    swirling flash of indigo
    golden moon and silver stars
    swarms of swimmy fish race by
    in rounds of violet and lime
    and we stunned silent all
    this time unlearned
    and unrefined


    the beauty
    of this […]

    • This poem is so beautiful like raindrops. I think this style of poetry may have a name?? Does it? In any case your choice of words is beautiful. Is gaga a grandma – or something else? Well done and thanks for sharing.

      • Thank you. You might be thinking of concrete poems? Which maybe though it wasn’t my intention when I sat down to write it. I wanted to flip how I first heard rudimentary and paired it with my daughter’s request I write a “not sad” poem for her toddler daughter, who dubbed me Gaga.

    • Oh lovely:)) Well I hope your grand daughter loves this poem:)) Beautiful.

    • I love the imagery you’ve painted with your words, and I love the teardrop structure of the poem. This is a delightful poem – well done, Gaga!

    • what a lovely, tender poem.
      the 2nd bit – in the fish shape I fancy I see, was for me, justtoo beautiful.
      such a heartfelt piece.

      Thank you for giving us a glimpse into your love for your grandchild – it shines through 🥰

  • My life, you have carried for me
    Year after year again
    How many train seats we have shared
    I stopped counting a long time ago

    I skip through boyfriends and lovers year by year
    For all the people I meet and all […]

    • Hi Jonne, what a clever idea for a poem. This could also be expanded into a short story I feel, oh the things that backpack might know:)) Well done and thanks for sharing.

  • Sun at attention

    The doorbell rings

    Crisp white glove

    Stiff white envelope

    The clock strikes

    A shadow on the floor

    A folded flag

    A brief salute

    He is no more

    • Ah God, Mia, this is a parent’s nightmare, which you’ve conveyed with military precision, timeless eloquence, and heart wrenching emotion. The imagery is vivid and haunting. Well done.

    • Everything Peggy said! Under your deft hand, an entire story unfurled in just a words. And although the language is simple, you use it with such sophistication. Amazing!

    • Beautiful 💕🕊

    • So succinct, stark and incredibly sad. Well done Mia.

    • The terseness suggests a military precision that belies the emotional nature of the parents’ loss. That juxtaposition helps the ~30 words carry a lot of weight.

    • I agree with K McLain about the terseness suggesting a military precision. Neat, efficient, respectful, no frills. I think even without the blocked out letters this poem conveys meaning – the “shadow on the floor” is a forewarning , and “a folded flag” is the universal sign of respect for a dead soldier. Excellent poem.

    • Having grown up in a military family this just grabbed me. The truth of it is amazing. Your language is well chosen. Impressive.

  • No man would burden
    His words with the pen
    Name of a woman

    Subject them to ridicule
    Prejudice of sex so cruel
    The feminine regarded fool

    For her name’s a ghost that haunts
    The write with a sheathe of t […]

    • Loved the poem and the choice of the words. Good job

    • AHA!! After reading your comment and rereading your poem – YES!! I see it now. I think the formatting definitely influenced the way I read your poem.

      Actually bloody clever Christy!

      Funnily enough someone I know – an author – writes cozy mysteries under a woman’s name ( a really grandma sounding name such as Agnes), as according to him woman readers will not trust a cozy mystery written by a man! Ha! how times have changed, in the not to distant past (early 1900’s) that would never have been an option but then neither were ‘cozy’ mysteries!
      so now I wonder how many salacious romance novels are written by men, for women?? hmmmm….the thick plottens…..

    • Hi Christy, a well thought out poem, definitely food for thought:) Great take on the prompt too. Well done.

    • Interesting idea and good use of rhymes to make your point–I liked the inversion of “prejudice and pride” in particular, as well as the way you snuck “rudiment” in at the end. Nice job!

    • I will admit to not being sure about the poem while at the same time being quite captivated with the language, until I read your explanation to Kim. Then it became so much more than great language. Bravo!

  • To make your way in this hard life

    there are a number of things you need –

    some items to feed your soul, your drive.

    So here’s what you need to succeed:
    A dream that leads you through the wild

    A map that sho […]

    • I enjoyed this list poem. Reminds me of my favourite things. I especially like the line, ‘A crayon, so you won’t get bored’ and ‘A lamp that lights – not one to rub.’ Lots of examples of the juxtaposition between magical and practical thinking.

    • OMG. I really loved reading your poem and was sad that it ended. Great job.

    • Thank you so much for sharing this! Loved the rhythm of the list! I could imagine this as a Dr Seuss type of book. If i may suggest, removing the words “of all” from the last line would help maintain that rhythm to the end. 🙂

    • Loved it, well done and thanks for sharing:)

    • What a lovely commentary on what’s important in life – I really enjoyed it! The specifics really made the poem, like a sandwich and Grandma’s salve. Fun and meaningful.

  • I’ve been driving in circles for hours, always returning to this exact spot, like a moth drawn to a dancing flame. The place lacks that warm and fuzzy feeling, yet the dilapidated structure calls to me. A red n […]

    • OMG, Maria. That ending is fabulous! I must admit, I wasn’t in love with the beginning of this story, something about it was just too off-putting. I can’t quite put my finger on it, but there just wasn’t anything that said “You should keep reading this.” But, because I love your work I kept reading, wanting to know why this person would go to this awful place and what they would encounter. I loved the sexy introduction of Lilith, his almost intoxicated response to her presence, from that point on the tension ratcheted up and I was hooked, and then you nailed it with the ending.
      Maybeif you change the beginning by having him drawn to the place like a moth to a flame, unable to go anywhere but there no matter how he tries to go elsewhere, and, inevitably gives up trying, this might be a better hook to make me want to know why.
      This is just a suggestion, and not meant to detract from your wild and wonderful creativity. You know I’m a huge fan and I do love your work!

    • thanks!

    • Do me a favor Hyle. Delete your critique because it gives the story away. People tend to read critiques before writing

    • Hey Maria, this story seriously cracked me up. I laughed out loud at the sentence “Shriveling to the size of a shiitake mushroom, the little bastard cowers somewhere in my gut.” I wonder who Louie was intending to pray to when he sank to his knees for a moment and shouldn’t he be referring to his “demonhood” instead of his “manhood” ? 😀 Seriously, I liked the slow build up, there were plenty of great turns of phrase that makes the reader tough through the mysterious beginning and the payoff is great. Great stuff. Regards, Seyi

  • “Why didn’t you tell me I was free to go earlier,” said Cinderella

    The fairy godmother said, “…I am here to help people but they have to ask…”

    Cinderella Liberator by Rebecca Solnit, 2019

    It’s Rudimentary

    As […]

    • So true, and so well said! I think these lines most resonate with me (as my own inner truth): We fret, we pretend/We do what we can
      Nice work, Sophie.

    • That’s lovely. I like the message (so true) as well as the beat/rhythm.

    • Really enjoyed your poem Sophie, what a simple and elegant message you spread. If only we learnt to ask for help when needed! Well done.

    • I love that it grew from the quote at the beginning. You’ve really captured the essence of it!

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