The poem:
"She"
Hope like rich soil
Nursing autumn dreams
Her hands traced the lines
Of thick granite truth
She spoke in oaks
And silver
Promises whispered and kept
A secret sunrise sheltered
From gray skies
His comments: "This is a gorgeous piece. Don't change a thing."
My gf said that she, in spite of the hard work she put into her writing, never received such comments. She was, understandably, a little jealous. I was elated by the positive feedback, especially given that I knew the piece had the potential to be good, but I was unsure if I had made it too cryptic, played it too close to the chest. I comforted Rose by telling her that 1) the poem is about her and that 2) in writing, I drew on inspiration from one of her poems.
The funny part is that the poem that inspired me was a poem she wrote about said creative writing professor.
Kooky, huh?
Until next time,
- Joel
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