my words seem to soar
when they find their way to you -
melancholy days
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R.I. Károly
R. I. Károly is a Hungarian author currently based in Germany. Her work explores both poetry and prose in both Hungarian and English.
Her haiku chapbook "We Fall Through" can be purchased as ebook here.
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Feelings Never Die
It is Valentine's Day again, and it bought back memories that were over fifty years old. It bought me back to 1971, and I woke up and I knew my baby was due today. I was big and pregnant, and I felt like I was about to burst wide open. Imagine my surprise when the doctor told my I had a due date of February 14. I couldn't believe it, and since my baby was due today, I felt I could indulge myself a bit. I had gained a lot of weight, and chocolate was on the no-no list, but I had came to the end of this pregnancy, and I hoped it would be okay, after all I would deliver this baby today. So I walked across the street to the grocery story, and bought myself, a peppermint patty, covered in chocolate, my favorite. Me and my Valentine's baby would enjoy it together.
By Susan Paytona day ago in Fiction
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Whoa, I am left pondering this seeming contradiction. But I also noticed this homophone word play: My words seem to soar/My words seem too sore. Are we to see the soaring words as a negative or positive, if they leave us in melancholy days? Or, is it more that once they're set to the sky, the feeling is untethered and thus melancholic? Or, is the homophone reading supposed to be the true meaning, a soreness of words creating a day of melancholy, perhaps the answer from "you"? Fantastic writing.
Hey, I just want to let you know I've shared this poem in my recent story: https://todaysurvey.life/poets/poppy-s-preferences-pt3%3C/span%3E%3C/span%3E%3C/span%3E%3C/a%3E%3C/p%3E%3C/div%3E%3C/div%3E%3C/div%3E%3Cdiv class="css-w4qknv-Replies">
I really enjoyed this! Great job