Awesome. I love love Pablo. He was a big influence on how I developed as a writer.
Your “tribute” here is very well done. Top tier. He’d definitely give you a smile and a nod of acknowledgement, as do I.

I saw a “Sonnet”, and I immediately click in, though I don’t know how to write them or other forms of poetry, but for me sonnets always held the mysterious allure. It seems You are like me blending love, poetry and nature, and I love this, your first Sonnet feels like a door to an ongoing story… sweet and passionate, may I ask what kind of Sonnet is this? I’m unfamiliar with this form.

Words have weight and motion and I love how this moves a person to feel the words.

What a great story. I especially loved when you wrote about words flying off the book.
So vivid! Words wanting freedom. What a great way to bring them to life.

A haunting reflection on lost humanity. Our instinct to howl and dance muted by indifference, while cruelty parades as normal. The “strange fruit” lingers, reminding us of what we’ve forsaken and what it means to truly see and feel again.

Humanity’s connection with our Mother, Gaia, is slipping away from us these days. And in the process, we are also losing our humaneness, our ability to see each other as whole. It is possible to have a modern world and stay true to the world around us and to each other, but I think it will take a whole new system with new social relations, new ways of thinking and acting. As hard as we may try as individuals, or in small groups, the cancer of ‘me first’, and isolation will only grow.

Your poem is right on time Emma and I thank you for posting it.

-Curt

I agree with you, start to finish and after the second time of reading, Curt. If people are as intelligent as they believe, why can’t modern and natural world succeed as partners. We know of the sweetness of mix and match with wonderful results. We know that differences create something unseen before, individuality lives on.. and on, consequently. Failures happen but can be adjusted with or by tombolic attempts over time. Surely things don’t have to be rushed, time makes time – use it, perhaps. Perhaps?

I like to “touch earth” myself, and try to do it every day, even when it’s cold outside. Maybe especially when it’s cold outside. Urban life was never something I fully jibed with. Closer & closer I get to my ultimate goal of becoming an old Appalachian hermit lol. Though I am grateful to have had the city experience. Often, it’s the city folk who appreciate what we hillbillies sometimes take for granted.

I really like this “paragraph poetry” form with longer lines, so different from my own curt, fast-moving style. Ideas & descriptions can linger much more effectively in this form, and it shows that you aren’t lazy like me lol. This was a glorious sonder for reader and protagonist alike, a sonder within a sonder, maybe….