Grace is our host at Poetics and the great writing challenge is to use the word bottle and its contents in our poem and the form is our own choice đ
https://dversepoets.com/2023/08/22/poetics-bottled-poetry/
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This is such a beautiful poem Angela. Very moving.
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Thanks so much Sadje â¤ď¸
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Youâre most welcome. Congratulations on being the POW. Love the challenge youâve set.
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Thank you Saje đ
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Youâre welcome
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I like how youâve chosen to write about the ink bottle, how it is a friend.â¤ď¸đđź
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Thanks, Melissa đ
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tenderness flowing beautifully đ¤
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Thanks for the lovely feedback Destiny đ
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most welcome, AJđ¤â¨
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Ah, a bottle of ink and a tender poem â¤ď¸ Clever and lovely đ
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Thanks for your lovely feedback Aboli đ
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“I only write to rearrange”: that’s profoundly sad in the context of wounded love. Wonderfully done, Ange.
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That’s so kind of you to say, thanks Dora â¤ď¸
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Drying our tears under these circumstances is virtually impossible … I love the construction, message in your poem.
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Thanks for the lovely feedback Helen đ
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I enjoyed the repetition and rhyme. I hadn’t thought of a bottle of ink. Nicely done.
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Thanks so much Maria – to be honest I thought it would be a popular choice, but I haven’t read any others as yet đ
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It fits just right, been there, done that. Somehow, it knows to keep it also when the tears have gone but still there remains a stifled sob. That may be years, they stop when they are ready.
p.s. Ball pens weren’t invented yet when I was in school. In grade school we actually used the ink wells that school desks seem to come with.
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Thanks Jim – I still like writing with an ink pen, something magical about it âď¸đ
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An ink bottle!
“words gather about me
as I fall into the blackness”
Can’t help but be dark, but you wrote this poem so well.
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Thanks so much for the compliment đ
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Beautifully sad and wonderfully worded. A great poem!
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Thank you Miriam, that’s kind of you to say â¤ď¸
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“I only write to shake you out of my head… I love this poem, Ange. It’s fabulous.
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Thanks Colleen, so glad you so đ
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I have not written in ink for some time. But writing does help ease the sadness and grief. Love the idea of bottled ink.
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Thanks Grace đ
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The thought of the ink never drying is an excellent one.
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Thanks BjĂśrn đ
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So beautifully done! I’ve read it over a few times–the ink won’t dry. . .
I like the title, too, that describes both ink and mood.
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Thanks for the lovely feedback Merril, I was still a little unsure of the title đ
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You’re very welcome! đ
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There’s still beauty in sadness and heartache
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Thanks so much for your comments Maria đ
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Gorgeous, gorgeous, gorgeous write! Sigh â¤ď¸â¤ď¸â¤ď¸
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Thank you so much for your comments â¤ď¸
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Beautiful post please like my post freinds
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Thank you Satyam đ
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Beautifully expressed and heartbreaking as the ink won’t dry…. đđđ
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Thanks Dawn đ
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Nice post
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Thank you đ
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