When you describe chaos as both home and harm, do you see the speaker choosing euphoria itself, or choosing the familiarity of intensity even when it fractures them and the spaces around them?
Those are my favorite lines. The feel of them. I like that I can feel them without being able to pin a precise meaning to them. The “cool fetch, “the pull,” the “frothy lip to curl.” Just lovely.
What a lovely poem! And the photos are indescribably beautiful. I’ve taken a few weeks off from scrolling on Substack and your pictures and words are one of the things that I missed the most. Thank you, Holly. ❤️!
Thanks for always reading Rafael. A few weeks off is great. It is always waiting for you when you come back. Glad it is some of my stuff you seek out. I feel lucky :)
It's gotta be in a book someday! 📖 🌊 "use my skin..." and "madness feels most like home..." Poetry really IS about *knowing*, isn't it, and you know! 🙏 🌌 you just read 📚 me, some, if not all, at least the stuff that calls! Whoo!
It never ceases to amaze me how our interests overlap, Holly. My photos, poems, themes are very similar.
Spooky. I'm not claiming to be as fine a writer. It's just comforting, even exciting to know I'm not alone in my view of the world of art, from the, at times, tortured spirit.
As someone who grew up near and IN the Ocean, I felt this poem with all my feelings. The peak, the curl, and the inevitable crash. I caught that wave of emotion. This was beautifully measured, and keenly executed. Thank you for sharing. Love, Virg
Great words. “Pellucid” sent me to the dictionary.
Me too 🤭
Aw, Thanks Joseph. Appreciate you reading.
Enjoyed your voice over! Sensual and powerful!
Thank you! Need all the positives on the voiceovers. Appreciate it.
When you describe chaos as both home and harm, do you see the speaker choosing euphoria itself, or choosing the familiarity of intensity even when it fractures them and the spaces around them?
The answer is both. And the narrator is conflicted about it….
My, what a great outpouring of emotions.
Thanks so much for reading, Jayd. Always appreciate your commentary. You always lift up.
Holly, I wish I could truly do so much more!
Standing on the ledge can be exhilarating. Watch the wind.
You can say that again. Exhilarating and scary.
Thanks very much for reading and restacking Christopher :)
Poignantly written. Yes, the euphoria can come back to bite sometimes.
Thanks so much for reading, Jane.
You're welcome
I was once the girl who pushed
but now all I want is the pull.
To catch the sweet inhale.
Help my frothy lip to curl.
Does your cool fetch
really help the wave to
ebb and flow?
Those are my favorite lines. The feel of them. I like that I can feel them without being able to pin a precise meaning to them. The “cool fetch, “the pull,” the “frothy lip to curl.” Just lovely.
All of that terminology is used to describe waves. I learned something new while researching waves for this poem.
Thanks so much for reading and for the recommendation, Chris. :)
What a lovely poem! And the photos are indescribably beautiful. I’ve taken a few weeks off from scrolling on Substack and your pictures and words are one of the things that I missed the most. Thank you, Holly. ❤️!
Thanks for always reading Rafael. A few weeks off is great. It is always waiting for you when you come back. Glad it is some of my stuff you seek out. I feel lucky :)
It's gotta be in a book someday! 📖 🌊 "use my skin..." and "madness feels most like home..." Poetry really IS about *knowing*, isn't it, and you know! 🙏 🌌 you just read 📚 me, some, if not all, at least the stuff that calls! Whoo!
You are the sweetest ever. Thank you. You make me smile everyday. Your support means so much to me.
It never ceases to amaze me how our interests overlap, Holly. My photos, poems, themes are very similar.
Spooky. I'm not claiming to be as fine a writer. It's just comforting, even exciting to know I'm not alone in my view of the world of art, from the, at times, tortured spirit.
Thanks so much for reading :)
And yes....tortured spirit...you can say that again.
As someone who grew up near and IN the Ocean, I felt this poem with all my feelings. The peak, the curl, and the inevitable crash. I caught that wave of emotion. This was beautifully measured, and keenly executed. Thank you for sharing. Love, Virg