Oh, I love this equal parts lyrical and wry, like a glass raised to time itself.
“Thirties come and shake hands” What a line. That gentle image, halfway between surrender and a truce with time, feels so right. There’s a quiet power in how you balance irony with tenderness here… the kind of poem one returns to with a nod and a half-smile.
Wishing you a beautiful year ahead, Sofie, full of peaceful amends and unapologetic poetry.
Hi Liliane, thank you so much for taking the time to comment, I changed the feel of the two paragraphs on purpose. So this comment is greatly validating. Happy writing to you!
You're most welcome, Sofie. It takes courage to trust your creative instinct like that, and I’m so glad you followed it. Wishing you a gentle and inspired writing season ahead. I look forward to reading more from your poetic world. 🌿📖✨
Oh, I love this equal parts lyrical and wry, like a glass raised to time itself.
“Thirties come and shake hands” What a line. That gentle image, halfway between surrender and a truce with time, feels so right. There’s a quiet power in how you balance irony with tenderness here… the kind of poem one returns to with a nod and a half-smile.
Wishing you a beautiful year ahead, Sofie, full of peaceful amends and unapologetic poetry.
Hi Liliane, thank you so much for taking the time to comment, I changed the feel of the two paragraphs on purpose. So this comment is greatly validating. Happy writing to you!
You're most welcome, Sofie. It takes courage to trust your creative instinct like that, and I’m so glad you followed it. Wishing you a gentle and inspired writing season ahead. I look forward to reading more from your poetic world. 🌿📖✨
Warmly,
Liliane
Oh I really hope so!!