write your breath into
the frosted night, let me read
your soul by starlight
About the Creator
Kristen Balyeat
Words fly to me on the wind, bump into me as I'm strolling the city, splash me in the face while I rest by the river, and shake me awake in the middle of the night—I’m humbly one of the vessels they use to come to life.
Also, i love you:)
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Let me be honest. I am finding this difficult. Now, I like a challenge, a stretch, a bit of an obstacle course. “Write about the decline of the British Empire in the form of a narrative poem in which your protagonist is an artichoke” I read, and flex my fingers. “Write a haiku to evoke the sensation of sibilance using only the first half of the alphabet.” “Well”, I think to myself, “this should be fun.” But “write about a system that isn’t working”? A system that isn’t working? Now? In 2026? ONE system? My favourite system that isn’t working? The sexiest system that isn’t working? The one giving me the most angst day to day? The one giving me the most existential dread? I am, as I say, finding this difficult. I will own that I have contemplated writing a thousand words on why the steady “all on” setting on my fairy lights is the EIGHTH of seven options which must be sequentially activated to get there, because that is a system that some fool came up with and it definitely doesn’t work, and now who is paying the price, eh? But how can I write about my fairy lights when…. When…. When….
By Hannah Moore6 days ago in Humans
Comments (11)
This is beautiful!
Oh this is an awesome angle on the sky-ku.
Oh my. Winner!
this is the winner for me. SO FREAKING GOOD
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Oh my, that's gorgeous! SO well done, my friend!
I have a blowing noise in my head reading this
Very unique. My favorite line, Let me read your soul by starlight ❤️
Oh, that is lovely. Really liked this piece.
Quite deep!
My breath is non existent now because you took it with this piece. I can imagine and see the breath with your choice of words ‘frosted night’ and that his soul might be illuminated by starlight. Such wonder, so vivid. It’s much appreciated especially when I repeat it.