A Tribute to the Unspoken, The River
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A Tribute to the Unspoken, The River
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your blog name is so good. what kind of stuff do you write? im always looking for new writeblrs to follow and your aesthetic caught my eye
Thank you! I write poetry/poetic prose. I feel like I end up with that style of writing even if I try to create something else, so I've accepted that's it's what I love to do.
Welcome and I hope you enjoy!
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Lovers, ca 1904
Freya's Garden (Hermann Hendrich, 1854 - 1931)
Tsuchiya Koitsu - "Courtyard in Evening Rainshower"
Jane Hirshfield, from a poem titled "Today, When I Could Do Nothing," featured in The Asking: New and Selected Poems
hello, haven't posted in a while.
for those of you who follow me for some time, you know that i used to write poetry and post it here. one of the things that warmed my heart the most was knowing that i could help someone feel less alone, or more understood, through what i wrote. every time someone appreciated my poetry, it all felt worth it.
lately, for personal reasons, my creativity almost disappeared. constant stress because of my job, and other situations not job related, made me reach a place where i couldn't bring myself to write. i didn't know what to write. almost as if my feelings were trapped somewhere and i couldn't free them.
i reached a point where i understood i needed a break. a break from everything that was causing me that overwhelming stress. so i have hope that meanwhile i'll be able to start writing again.
felt that it was the right thing to do, sharing this with you. some of you follow me for years now. i want you to know i'm still here and i'm glad for every single one of you who are as well.
big, big thank you.
Update: started writing again. Both poetry and a fantasy book.
Feel like a part of me is alive again. It’s as if I don’t know who I am when I can’t write.
The fantasy book that I started writing has given me something to look forward to and I’m having fun writing it. It’s a good feeling to let our imagination wonder.
Anyway just wanted to let you know! Hope you are well and if you aren’t, always remember that nothing bad lasts forever. You got this! <3
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