Symbolist free verse poetry
I love how feeling turns into metaphor, and how metaphor slowly turns into the night itself.
Ty Jeanne :)
The shift from the rot of the vase to that final, blinding supernova feels like watching a soul finally tear its way out of the dark. Beautiful ✨
Thank you Brandi. I think realizing we can generate our own light is the freeing moment.
I love how feeling turns into metaphor, and how metaphor slowly turns into the night itself.
Ty Jeanne :)
The shift from the rot of the vase to that final, blinding supernova feels like watching a soul finally tear its way out of the dark. Beautiful ✨
Thank you Brandi. I think realizing we can generate our own light is the freeing moment.