I love "this precious, peculiar life" A different perspective from Mary Oliver"s " Tell me, what is it you plan to do with your one wild and precious life?"?
Thank you for sharing this beautiful, vulnerable piece, Amrita. Your words about finding grit and hope in poetry when the world feels overwhelming truly resonated with me. The blank page is a sacred space, and I'm deeply grateful that you share your journey and poems so freely with us
How else to make sense / of this precious, peculiar life? Yes, this is why we write.
I know I am not alone in that!
There was another shooting near a friend of mines home town yesterday I never comprehend. I really loved this line! “How else to make sense
of this precious, peculiar life?”
Oh Andy, how frightening. I feel like I spend most of my days trying to make sense of this beautiful, topsy-turvy life. Thank you for commenting!
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Thanks for the hug!
So nice, you and Mary in the same line with your "precious, peculiar life"... yesyesyes!
It has gotten much more peculiar since we lost her....
Bravo, Amrita! This is a pearl. Much love, Pen
Thank you! And special thanks for letting me know. Much love in return.
Deep bow to you, dear poet <3
And to you, dear one 💜
I love "this precious, peculiar life" A different perspective from Mary Oliver"s " Tell me, what is it you plan to do with your one wild and precious life?"?
"Peculiar" in deed these days!
So very weird! Thanks for commenting; I love it!
Thank you, Amrita. I sighed after reading this with a deep appreciation for all, for all of us finding grit and hope, for the poets who keep at it.
Yes, exactly!
Thank you for sharing this beautiful, vulnerable piece, Amrita. Your words about finding grit and hope in poetry when the world feels overwhelming truly resonated with me. The blank page is a sacred space, and I'm deeply grateful that you share your journey and poems so freely with us