Holly, your poem brings back something I’ve only ever seen from the outside ... the way a person can freeze in a moment that’s too sharp, too sudden, too heavy. I wasn’t the one who went silent, but I witnessed the fallout, the way the room changed, the way shame settled over everything like dust. Your words capture that quiet collapse so clearly that it feels like watching it happen again.
There’s a particular ache in seeing someone you care about fold inward like that. You learn the shape of their silence, the weight of what wasn’t said, the long echo that follows long after the moment is over. Your poem names that echo ... the fragments, the memories, the longing for more time ... in a way that feels honest and familiar.
Thank you. It speaks to the people who lived the moment, and also to those of us who stood nearby, trying to understand what broke and how to hold what remained.
I don’t have answers for trauma, but I witnessed the fallout, and your poem brings back the truth of how heavy it is. I’m responding from the human place, not the wise one.
thank you Ramona I honestly want to get a picture of the shellacked board my great grandpa had of my sister. it was big! and he carried it around with him everywhere to show her off, it is such a sweet story
Oh holly olly, the way the fears and the fragments weave together and melt into one another… At first it feels like a self loathing or self-fear, then transforms into memories, fractured through your mind like a cracked mirror… there’s longing and regret, and deep wounds looking for love to close. Hugs through the ether, Guv 🖤🖤✨
Holly! As always the imagery gets me. The specifics suck me in and then you give space enough for me to create my own meaning. What a winning combination 👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻
Holly, your poem brings back something I’ve only ever seen from the outside ... the way a person can freeze in a moment that’s too sharp, too sudden, too heavy. I wasn’t the one who went silent, but I witnessed the fallout, the way the room changed, the way shame settled over everything like dust. Your words capture that quiet collapse so clearly that it feels like watching it happen again.
There’s a particular ache in seeing someone you care about fold inward like that. You learn the shape of their silence, the weight of what wasn’t said, the long echo that follows long after the moment is over. Your poem names that echo ... the fragments, the memories, the longing for more time ... in a way that feels honest and familiar.
Thank you. It speaks to the people who lived the moment, and also to those of us who stood nearby, trying to understand what broke and how to hold what remained.
I don’t have answers for trauma, but I witnessed the fallout, and your poem brings back the truth of how heavy it is. I’m responding from the human place, not the wise one.
Steve
It felt like…
You were simply feeling
And the words were flowing
I felt it
Loved it
Thank you
Very beautiful
Gabby approves…too….lol
Thank you I appreciate you reading I’m so glad you liked it :))) and Is gabby your cat
Yes..lol
It was my pleasure
Holly, this made my heart ache. Such beautiful writing, nostalgia and pain weaved through 🖤🖤🖤
the little details of the geode, the shellacked picture, the clay... ahhhhhhhhh
thank you Ramona I honestly want to get a picture of the shellacked board my great grandpa had of my sister. it was big! and he carried it around with him everywhere to show her off, it is such a sweet story
So many striking images, Holly! Great work!
Oh holly olly, the way the fears and the fragments weave together and melt into one another… At first it feels like a self loathing or self-fear, then transforms into memories, fractured through your mind like a cracked mirror… there’s longing and regret, and deep wounds looking for love to close. Hugs through the ether, Guv 🖤🖤✨
This comment made me well up thankyou for taking time for me, hugs right back governor
Wonderful imagery and chord progression
Thank you Ray :)
Holly! As always the imagery gets me. The specifics suck me in and then you give space enough for me to create my own meaning. What a winning combination 👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻
Thank you! I really try not to over explain so that is so helpful to know I’m succeeding !
“my fingers deep in the sockets” - wowzers! I’m sold x