The windy sky’s a locket for your hair. I love how the poem just keeps getting better, line by line. And the rhymes. Living proof that rhyme, when used in the right way, is most definitely not dead
Your poem has such tenderness—the ache of vows, horizons, and beauty woven into memory. It reminded me of my own writing, where I explore not just love, but the invisible debts we carry.
Here’s one of mine:
I swallow my feelings.
My skin voices them anyway.
A giggle slips through,
the body’s way of paying a debt
I never signed for.
That little fragment is from my book, Soul Mortgage™ & the Lexicon Serum™.
📖 Today only—Sunday, August 17, 2025—it’s FREE on Kindle.
The windy sky’s a locket for your hair. I love how the poem just keeps getting better, line by line. And the rhymes. Living proof that rhyme, when used in the right way, is most definitely not dead
Yes, that is accurate! Just that rhyme now is really difficult to pull off.
And for the few of us who love rhyme, that makes us all the more determined to celebrate rhymes that work, and to write rhymes that work :)
Good ol' Lennie, I knew him, Horatio!
one of my favourites of his, so beautiful
Your poem has such tenderness—the ache of vows, horizons, and beauty woven into memory. It reminded me of my own writing, where I explore not just love, but the invisible debts we carry.
Here’s one of mine:
I swallow my feelings.
My skin voices them anyway.
A giggle slips through,
the body’s way of paying a debt
I never signed for.
That little fragment is from my book, Soul Mortgage™ & the Lexicon Serum™.
📖 Today only—Sunday, August 17, 2025—it’s FREE on Kindle.
📲 https://a.co/d/givK5jG
If it resonates, I’d love for you to read, share, and leave a review on Amazon. Thank you for opening this space for words.
Oh you can never go wrong with Leonard Cohen! 💚