The best writers have childhoods
where I have an empty jar,
weighty but translucent.
^^^a very sad opening..I can relate to the poem.. it is clear enough how you feel that, unlike those poets who talk about the innocence..fun and memories that they have from their childhood , you have nothing but a heavy ones..unpleasant and sad...
Sounds like your childhood been a span of time where you had to learn about life, rather than toys..and to learn rather than play ( i dnt mean education)

Untrained to remember pain or beauty,
to freeze it and bundle it and
lock it down below my ribs,
I'm a cacophony of senses, of unbidden
traces of rotting leaf smell, of being mesmerized
by the fullness of the moon, of a deep abiding
expectation, quests never undertaken.

^^this one was truly my fav..i had some amazing new expressions. very poetic...very strong. Deep, meaningful and thought provoking...

So my jar sits on the windowsill
holding little -
nothing but sunshine and dust.
Empty, I can see the world through it:
distorted, uncertain, and bright

^^this was absolutely breath taking...i loved the image of dusst and sunshine..reflected for me the smell and the sense of memories..the thoughtfulness and gave me a clear glimpse in between the words that you have penned down!!

5/5 Definitely

Don't worry, Nana, I actually had a very pleasant childhood. This is more talking about my very poor memory, and how I'm afraid it's robbing me of... something.

Oh..misinterpretation ? Well still i think despite the analysis or how it got to me, the poem is perfectly worded.

Dear Sibyllene..
The Soul that comes through your words is
Loved, Now.....
Here you are so far away...
and Loved..
Blessings on All of it..'-)

ps...my own youth is sooo similar...
except that I was (and, uh oh, still am) headstrong..
...some, I think, have incarnated to claim
the right to fill their own glasses..
cheers!

And for memory.....:
enough of
iodine & magnesium... Plus,
St. John's Wort
for it all...

The last lines of your poems always swell my heart and stop my breath.

While this is a beautiful poem that touched my heart with its sincerity, the quote from the 6 year old bothered me. Not something a 6 year old would say really, is it?
Otherwise, nothing I would dare to change. You understand words so intimately.

While this is a beautiful poem that touched my heart with its sincerity, the quote from the 6 year old bothered me. Not something a 6 year old would say really, is it?
Otherwise, nothing I would dare to change. You understand words so intimately.

If you want me to delete this comment and one of the duplicates... you're a mod now. You can!

Haha, no problem. The quote actually IS something a six year old said! Maybe she was seven. But she said it so somberly, I had to smile.

It seems I am always the last to comment these days when I use to be on of the first. I won't go into any details. What you have done is beautiful and touching. Excellent in evrry way.