Maybe one day I will try to capture those poignant times at the orphanage. To your comment on the poem. It was heavily influenced by the pandemic. Thanks
Weston, have you written a poem about that gift exchange? Because the story of it is really powerful.
To the poem that is: I'm taken with how you have the figure in each snowglobe imagining (or you're imagining for them) the safety, comfort, and beauty of something like each other's environment. Very reminiscent of the pandemic-shutdown days: here we each are, suspended each in our bubble, dreaming of Elsewhere and Otherwise.
I apologize for such a late reply, I do get a little bit lost in this tech environment. Something about that gift exchange would be interesting, it was such a moving sight to see that boy with the actual action figure (we never called them dolls)
I'm only seeing this now. It's beautiful—well, that's shitty word for such and incredible piece of magic. thank you for writing it! sometimes words aren't enough.
Which, by the way, is how I think of poems. When they are done they are like little snow globes within their own tiny world and once the concept of the poem is completed I can look back on them like snow globes, a finished thing and they remain a world unto themselves, effortlessly maintained.
hehe. absolutely. I get it. I was thinking about the metaphor applying in so many ways. so many little worlds that exist. encapsulated. like a finished poem. Glad you had a wonderful day!
Made my day, a big deal considering I spend the evening with my 31 year old son, having fun and laughing, my most favorite thing to do in this world. Thanks Megan.
I'm so glad you opted to share this again as I didn't see it the first time around. It's a marvelous tale within a tale within a tale--like Scheherazade's own! :)
I’m finding it difficult to swallow, reading the story and your beautiful, vivid poem. Sitting cross legged on the floor here about to wrap last minute gifts and feeling the weight of the lives we’ve encountered who experienced and still experience those events we only have nightmares about. You do have a beautiful soul.
There must be some reply like "a burden shared is a burden pared" or something about how laughter is good for you but they do seem inadequate sometimes. Thanks for being touched.
Maybe one day I will try to capture those poignant times at the orphanage. To your comment on the poem. It was heavily influenced by the pandemic. Thanks
On a more personal note, it means a lot that you connected with that poem.
Well that is a kind thing to say. I really have come a long way since my ax murdering days. Thanks.
Ha! Me too!
You have a gift for making a fairytale!
I’m part of a long line of fairy tale lovers.
Weston, have you written a poem about that gift exchange? Because the story of it is really powerful.
To the poem that is: I'm taken with how you have the figure in each snowglobe imagining (or you're imagining for them) the safety, comfort, and beauty of something like each other's environment. Very reminiscent of the pandemic-shutdown days: here we each are, suspended each in our bubble, dreaming of Elsewhere and Otherwise.
I apologize for such a late reply, I do get a little bit lost in this tech environment. Something about that gift exchange would be interesting, it was such a moving sight to see that boy with the actual action figure (we never called them dolls)
This was lovely, you have a beautiful soul.
I'm only seeing this now. It's beautiful—well, that's shitty word for such and incredible piece of magic. thank you for writing it! sometimes words aren't enough.
Thank you for sharing it. My favorite line
" Such a charming thing,
a world unto yourself,
effortlessly maintained."
Which, by the way, is how I think of poems. When they are done they are like little snow globes within their own tiny world and once the concept of the poem is completed I can look back on them like snow globes, a finished thing and they remain a world unto themselves, effortlessly maintained.
hehe. absolutely. I get it. I was thinking about the metaphor applying in so many ways. so many little worlds that exist. encapsulated. like a finished poem. Glad you had a wonderful day!
Made my day, a big deal considering I spend the evening with my 31 year old son, having fun and laughing, my most favorite thing to do in this world. Thanks Megan.
Now I understand about the snow globe. Two beautiful pieces. Thanks to Patris for restacking.
Thank you Monica for reading them.
Excellent!
thanks Stan
I'm so glad you opted to share this again as I didn't see it the first time around. It's a marvelous tale within a tale within a tale--like Scheherazade's own! :)
Thanks Amy. I was always held spellbound by the tales of the Arabian Nights.
I’m finding it difficult to swallow, reading the story and your beautiful, vivid poem. Sitting cross legged on the floor here about to wrap last minute gifts and feeling the weight of the lives we’ve encountered who experienced and still experience those events we only have nightmares about. You do have a beautiful soul.
There must be some reply like "a burden shared is a burden pared" or something about how laughter is good for you but they do seem inadequate sometimes. Thanks for being touched.
Wow, Weston. What a beautiful story about Greece, and how well have you captured the stories of the snow globes in this poem. Beautiful.
Thank you Arjan.
Better, schmetter. Share it if you'd like, cause I always enjoy reading them.