tenderness for the softening

2/14/2020

i feel abrasive.
a small sunny wreckage.
pooh if pooh wore leather and fenty eyeliner too heavy and desperately needed a haircut.
crowded by softness, and i bet my hands are too rough to hold it.
why is it always dark out? missing the sunlight.
wired but restrained and unmoored. like hot water, soft and light, but a bit of a scald. i wish i'd both hush and open.
my hair is too long. makes my face soften out.
i've finished a lot of poems lately, and i've needed a lot of poems lately.
i have a craving for tender poems, some words that could teach me to both soften and straighten my shoulders back to face whatever darkness seems to hover. here's what's keeping me tender lately.

this stanza from Fanny Howe

Invitation by Mary Oliver

from Waves by Virginia Woolf

read the journal

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2/27/2020 06:25:42 am

Gwendolyn Brooks is known for her sorrowful poems. She was loved by many, while there are some who do not want to read her poems because they see it too dark. It all depends on the preference of the readers, and I respect those who don't want to see it. But personally, I am a huge fan of Brooks because not all poets can focus on such concept that is considered as a "dark" one. Not all people might have the power to deal with it, but she just did that's why I am really proud of her.

don't stop your growing.