Ode
What Grief Sounds Like.
Grief isn't polite. It doesn't call and let you know it'll be dropping by. It doesn't knock when it shows up. But music-music opens the door and allows it in. My grief playlist isn't beautiful. It's not polished or uplifting. It's raw and tears at the wounds. It helps me to the one thing I'm always afraid to do: feel the grief.
By April Kirby.about a year ago in Poets
Ode to the Sun
Intro The sun scorches, heals, and humbles—sometimes all at once. Inspired by a simple prompt to write about the sun, this original poem captures the raw, almost feral power of light and heat pressing down on us. Far from gentle, the sun demands recognition, and through it, we glimpse something greater—creation itself burning against the sky.
By Carolina Borgesabout a year ago in Poets
