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Wyse Harbor's avatar

The eternal flame of youth conceived your words. The flame that drives the wants and needs which are never fulfilled. Instead it binds the mind to the hopes and dreams that seem to fade, like the embers that remain of life, resting upon a pyre constructed of longing.

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Evelyn K. Brunswick's avatar

That’s one of the best poetic comments I’ve ever received! This eternal flame of youth is very grateful! And I am really happy you enjoyed the poems. Thanks!

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Hana 🥀's avatar

wow! I might have to read your poems a a couple of times to fully experience them. My personal favourite is anaemia. it reads like an invocation, so fierce, raw, and strangely tender in its unraveling. ‘My gorgeous thoughtforms’ and ‘love / it is a present’ lingered in me long after. You hold power in the ache.

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Evelyn K. Brunswick's avatar

Thank you so much! That’s the sort of response that makes it all worth it!

I’m glad you hit on the invocation aspect - there is a lot of that in my poetry. Although sometimes it’s perhaps an exorcism (or evocation), other times invocation. I just sort of channel it all out. It’s quite a magical experience, especially when you read back what you wrote and think ‘woah! where did that come from!’ sort of thing.

Now that I’m older I sometimes take a bit more time, or rather I’m calmer. Having fierce and passionate moods though is definitely what can make for good poetry.

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