I want to write poetry about a scintillating breeze but all I see are bits and pieces of humanity scattered here and there, and then out of nowhere I see this post, shaking hands with me...probably it's not just me who can't write about birds, while the sky is caged!
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I also like your phrasing, that the post is ‘shaking hands with me.’ Beautiful commentary, both of you.
So incredibly powerful. I find poetry helps me to make sense of so much that I do not understand about humanity. Or at the very least, a form to rest my burdens and curiosities.
Your words "while the sky is caged" - absolutely thought-provoking turn of phrase; yes, I understand how it is difficult to write poetry right now, with this horror in Gaza.
Oh, Nadia, "bits and pieces of humanity scattered here and there," and not being able to write poetry "while the sky is caged!" so strong.