beauty – Jordyn Saelor

falling

Spy the window–dusk, still raining. Not cats and dogs, but gold leaves streaming. *** Happy November/autumn! If you enjoyed this poem, I would appreciate a pizza🙂

Catharsis in the violence, Or solace, I guess. Like, my heart’s breaking But it’s vaguely okay Because the world’s breaking too. — And I know, it’s terrible of me To relate to strangers fleeing for their lives, It’s terrible of me To take solace In sickness, destruction From the ease of my laptop screen, ButContinue reading “Catharsis in the Violence”

When the white crayon’s useful

Blue backdrop, cyan sky, a child slices a crayon across the canvas of the heavens.

The Symbol of Lullabies

Somehow, over the years, “lullaby” has grown into a symbol in my writing. For comparison’s sake, lullabies in real life entail quiet, soothing songs to help children fall asleep. Lullabies in my head have come to represent clinging to childhood or innocence, art/beauty lost in the past, and the comfort we hold to to carryContinue reading “The Symbol of Lullabies”