Forgotten Seasons

I definitely didn't give this a proper comment before, and it's a poem lingering in my favorite poems section, so I definitely need to come back to it lol

Oh lily pads, MEL you just have such a love for these things lol. I don't know your connection to them, perhaps thats one of the only images you use now that I can't connect. And I have to remember, your December is summertime, not cold like it is here :)

I think this poem finally clicked. Here you are, reveling in your emotions and boom, you fall into the underworld and disturb everything you thought you had. You feel all these things and mirror yourself as Persephone, angry and wounded, either literally or figuratively. That pain will make you forget so much, even the good things, and your sleepless nights will ache in more ways than you could ever imagine. I love the repetition of forgotten here. It brings the sense of loneliness to reality.

And then that slight ounce of hope at the very end, your silver lining. Of course things will get better and the hard days only make you stronger and more appreciative of those good days that are always around somewhere. I love that you had such a strong desire of optimism here. It was written in a sad way, but I get the jist. This is so beautiful and vulnerable.

Oh, another amazing piece. You are really a clever poet and writer, Ma'am. Your word of choice is really perfect. The ideas conveyed here was peculiar and a real resplendent piece. Very well-done:))
~C

"Piiirrseeephone meh-sseng oh Finga ow 2"

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I can't get over this.