"The moment has come to speak"
Absolutely brilliant tale of winter. I can literally just FEEL the cold around me.
The poem feels like stepping into a quiet winter moment where everything is softened and slightly strange.
I love how the shadows on the snow feel almost alive, like memories drifting around the edges of the scene.
There’s a quiet loneliness in the details the parked car, the distant radio, the trembling child.
When the speaker says the moment has come to speak, it feels like something inside finally cracks open.
The star described as a broken bottleneck is such a raw, unsettling image, full of regret.
You can sense the weight of following something sharp and uncertain for years.
The poem moves from the outside world into something deeply internal without ever forcing it.
That final image of persistence as a camel preparing for more thirst is haunting.
It suggests endurance, but also the exhaustion that comes with never giving up.
Overall, it feels like someone finally facing a truth they’ve been carrying in silence for a long time.
What a surprising poem! Each shadow, a new yield.
Absolutely brilliant tale of winter. I can literally just FEEL the cold around me.
The poem feels like stepping into a quiet winter moment where everything is softened and slightly strange.
I love how the shadows on the snow feel almost alive, like memories drifting around the edges of the scene.
There’s a quiet loneliness in the details the parked car, the distant radio, the trembling child.
When the speaker says the moment has come to speak, it feels like something inside finally cracks open.
The star described as a broken bottleneck is such a raw, unsettling image, full of regret.
You can sense the weight of following something sharp and uncertain for years.
The poem moves from the outside world into something deeply internal without ever forcing it.
That final image of persistence as a camel preparing for more thirst is haunting.
It suggests endurance, but also the exhaustion that comes with never giving up.
Overall, it feels like someone finally facing a truth they’ve been carrying in silence for a long time.
What a surprising poem! Each shadow, a new yield.