There’s a quiet confidence in your writing that makes it feel effortless, yet impactful. It’s the kind of piece that doesn’t need to try too hard—it just works 🌟 Thank you for sharing this. I’d love to stay connected and follow your journey.
What an unusual poem, that creates an unusual experience. I have no idea what it means. But I also know that I am a creature always in search of meaning. Which makes me pause and consider my thirst for clarity instead of the poetic experience.
And so I found a way to describe what you're doing. This feels like someone for whom sound is the primary reality and meaning is an afterthought, a guest in the house of sound rather than the owner.
I imagined you reading this poem to me.
"Gravy hear and wear" — the words are chosen for how they live together in the mouth and ear.
The semantic content is almost beside the point. Like how "cellar door" is famously considered the most beautiful sound cluster in English regardless of what it means.
This synesthesia angle seems to open the poem further. If sound bleeds into texture, colour, temperature for you — then "kind bright for sound" isn't nonsense. Bright is a sound quality. The sound has a colour. The colour has a temperature. The language is trying to map an experience that normal semantic organisation simply cannot hold.
Hello, this is one of the most generous readings I've gotten. I've thought about this for the last couple of hours.
I imagine it to be that moment after you've finished running—you can feel your heart pounding in your ears. Even if there is sound around you it's nearly unintelligible, recognized only from a muffle. Sound is bright and kind because the speaker has come from "Sisna," where they moved past grief without knowing they had an audience. Whether that audience is the reader, or something else entirely, I'll leave with you.
I think you will enjoy my Hearthwork series where I extend the meaning of all my pieces. I only have the piece for February out, but the one with "Umbel" comes out on the 24th.
It's interesting how you hold the 3rd person position when reviewing your work. I wonder what the distance provides you. After all, you are sisna, Breaker of norms, the one who blooms in chaos.
You remind me of a poet I once knew intimately, years ago. She had something similar, this mode that crossed the barrier of language to reach for the primary colors of meaning, to say the unspeakable as it were. we both understood the function of great art to be about finding the limits of understanding and cross that limit, but the way, the reason and what is brought back was very different. I shall make some time, probably an hour, just to read through one of your Hearthworks, and send you a response.
Meanwhile, I am a very different writer. As I said, the way, the reason and what is brought differs. Perhaps I am just traditional and there's nothing magical about that. But I find I try to shape what has not been said clearly and give it presence, what the Dutch call Himmel trans, the act of creating the path that leads to transformation (this is a phrase I have only come across in the book, a change of Tongue by Anjie Krog, a afrikaans writer from South Africa, writing about the transformation of a country (South Africa) and the chaotic mix of people who once were sworn enemies but must now, figure out how to live together. i have never found the phrase again, anywhere.
I'd like to share some of my words with you:
"Anyone who tells you there’s no spiritual aspect to science is depressingly deficient in their imaginative and emotional capacities. There is more to life than the question of How; there is also Why. Once, there were only single celled organisms that though successfully coexisting with the environment, began to dream. And through their dreams they formed multi-cellular organisms, developing an astonishing array of biological technologies, redesigning the earth and the sky in order to reach higher and higher and finally grasp our hand. Slowly science has followed the foot prints in time, discovering the hidden secrets of how. And what of the why? When I take off the analytical glasses and look with my fallible eyes, the why becomes a succeeding dream of countless generations of evolving organisms, each dreaming of that which will someday come to know itself. Humanity is a cellular vision! The latest stage of a process that continues, ever seeking perfection, ever building upon itself, ever reaching up and out, forming connections, merging the material with the immaterial, to dream up a God who will someday awaken from slumber and say: I am."
Hello, for "Umbel" most of the lines were came intuitively, but I always welcome interpretations. It is art after all. Please, I'd love to read your thoughts on it.
so beautiful, great read ❤️
Such a beautiful piece 😍
There’s a quiet confidence in your writing that makes it feel effortless, yet impactful. It’s the kind of piece that doesn’t need to try too hard—it just works 🌟 Thank you for sharing this. I’d love to stay connected and follow your journey.
Thank you so much. When I wrote the last lines of “Umbel,” I hesitated because I considered making it longer, but I’m glad I didn’t.
I’m excited that you chose to follow my work. You can always join the chat with a question or share a piece whenever you like.
💕💕
Lovely ❤️
"one is a sun hue of petals
peeking through a muddy slew"
I love the imagery of this, it makes me feel hopeful yet shy 🪷
I wonder what this made me felt.
The meaning sooo isn't clear.
The meaning of the poem or the meaning of the emotion it provoked?
Woooow! I've never read this kind of writing before. I'm so fascinated
I really enjoy the oddity of this poem (and I mean that as a compliment). It's almost ephemeral in its onomatopoeia
Ha, thank you. I’ve learned I write quite unusual poetry.
this line "today we brace the salt-white ring
from sting for loves endless blue"
What an unusual poem, that creates an unusual experience. I have no idea what it means. But I also know that I am a creature always in search of meaning. Which makes me pause and consider my thirst for clarity instead of the poetic experience.
And so I found a way to describe what you're doing. This feels like someone for whom sound is the primary reality and meaning is an afterthought, a guest in the house of sound rather than the owner.
I imagined you reading this poem to me.
"Gravy hear and wear" — the words are chosen for how they live together in the mouth and ear.
The semantic content is almost beside the point. Like how "cellar door" is famously considered the most beautiful sound cluster in English regardless of what it means.
This synesthesia angle seems to open the poem further. If sound bleeds into texture, colour, temperature for you — then "kind bright for sound" isn't nonsense. Bright is a sound quality. The sound has a colour. The colour has a temperature. The language is trying to map an experience that normal semantic organisation simply cannot hold.
Am I touching on it?
Hello, this is one of the most generous readings I've gotten. I've thought about this for the last couple of hours.
I imagine it to be that moment after you've finished running—you can feel your heart pounding in your ears. Even if there is sound around you it's nearly unintelligible, recognized only from a muffle. Sound is bright and kind because the speaker has come from "Sisna," where they moved past grief without knowing they had an audience. Whether that audience is the reader, or something else entirely, I'll leave with you.
I think you will enjoy my Hearthwork series where I extend the meaning of all my pieces. I only have the piece for February out, but the one with "Umbel" comes out on the 24th.
It's interesting how you hold the 3rd person position when reviewing your work. I wonder what the distance provides you. After all, you are sisna, Breaker of norms, the one who blooms in chaos.
You remind me of a poet I once knew intimately, years ago. She had something similar, this mode that crossed the barrier of language to reach for the primary colors of meaning, to say the unspeakable as it were. we both understood the function of great art to be about finding the limits of understanding and cross that limit, but the way, the reason and what is brought back was very different. I shall make some time, probably an hour, just to read through one of your Hearthworks, and send you a response.
Meanwhile, I am a very different writer. As I said, the way, the reason and what is brought differs. Perhaps I am just traditional and there's nothing magical about that. But I find I try to shape what has not been said clearly and give it presence, what the Dutch call Himmel trans, the act of creating the path that leads to transformation (this is a phrase I have only come across in the book, a change of Tongue by Anjie Krog, a afrikaans writer from South Africa, writing about the transformation of a country (South Africa) and the chaotic mix of people who once were sworn enemies but must now, figure out how to live together. i have never found the phrase again, anywhere.
I'd like to share some of my words with you:
"Anyone who tells you there’s no spiritual aspect to science is depressingly deficient in their imaginative and emotional capacities. There is more to life than the question of How; there is also Why. Once, there were only single celled organisms that though successfully coexisting with the environment, began to dream. And through their dreams they formed multi-cellular organisms, developing an astonishing array of biological technologies, redesigning the earth and the sky in order to reach higher and higher and finally grasp our hand. Slowly science has followed the foot prints in time, discovering the hidden secrets of how. And what of the why? When I take off the analytical glasses and look with my fallible eyes, the why becomes a succeeding dream of countless generations of evolving organisms, each dreaming of that which will someday come to know itself. Humanity is a cellular vision! The latest stage of a process that continues, ever seeking perfection, ever building upon itself, ever reaching up and out, forming connections, merging the material with the immaterial, to dream up a God who will someday awaken from slumber and say: I am."
I love this!
Beautiful 😍
This is so beautiful 😍❤️
Beautifully articulated
Hello, for "Umbel" most of the lines were came intuitively, but I always welcome interpretations. It is art after all. Please, I'd love to read your thoughts on it.