The Notebook

[crimson sentinel]

A quill hovers over, continued by a stroke,
Touch of grief, ink splatters all over me.
Feelings that combust her fragile heart,
Written down on remains of dead trees.

[rare ginkgo]

Can I be that dead tree please?

[crimson sentinel]

Why do u want to be the dead tree? 😭

@foggy hatch

@sacred fractal

[rare ginkgo]

I wish to get a tattoo.

[crimson sentinel]

Oh! Then sure

[rare ginkgo]

Thanks.

[crimson sentinel]

@short minnow @dire anchor

@sharp parrot

@frigid abyss a small review please, dear sir.

[true idol]

if i were to nitpick this poem i would say the rhythm could always be improved, but to be honest i really do have to grasp at things to nitpick here. it's a strong metaphor with solid themes of grief and death and juxtaposed by themes of remains and continuations. i like this poem quite a bit. thank you for writing and sharing this short and sweet piece!

[crimson sentinel]

Thanks for the feedback. I always have beef with rhythm. ;-;

[true idol]

god i get you. my new poem is also a mess rhythm-wise

[sharp parrot]

SHORT AND PRETTY GOOD! NICE ESTE

[crimson sentinel]

Thank you <33

[frigid abyss]

Well okay, sweetie

Am i the quill?

I like the line "ink splatters all over me"

A sad description of pain, beautifully shown by poetry.