Creation To birth new eyes before the world, a handmade poem within my journal, another life dwelling in me, or a new appetite before life. To find in many places a fragment of my soul, and craft a new soul that will inhabit many places. To be a portal between the unfinished and the world— Genetic legacies or not, but certainly
I love the image of being a portal between what isn’t finished yet and what’s ready to exist in the world. The bilingual version adds another layer, almost like the poem itself is living in more than one body at once.
Thank you so much Nicole for this thoughtful comment! 🥹 I also like adding the original versions along my poems (many of them are written in my native language and sometimes it’s really hard to translate to English)
it feels like you’re describing creation not just as making something, but becoming something. I love the line about being a portal between the unfinished and the world; it captures that quiet mystery artists live inside of, where life and art keep shaping each other. And honestly, choosing rhythm over rigid schedules feels deeply true to the spirit of the poem itself — creation breathes better when it isn’t forced.
If this reflection on creating, longing, and becoming resonates with you, I’d love to invite you to read along here:
“not just as making something, but becoming something”. What an wonderful comment. Thank you for understanding this so well!! I’m definitely checking it out! 🤍🤍🤍
It's always a joy to read your poems! Really love this one and how you capture the act of creation❤️
Oh thank you so much! Your feedback is always so appreciated 🥹❤️ Thank you dearly
Of course❤️
Also, I replied to your message in substack DMs🫶
I love the image of being a portal between what isn’t finished yet and what’s ready to exist in the world. The bilingual version adds another layer, almost like the poem itself is living in more than one body at once.
Thank you so much Nicole for this thoughtful comment! 🥹 I also like adding the original versions along my poems (many of them are written in my native language and sometimes it’s really hard to translate to English)
it feels like you’re describing creation not just as making something, but becoming something. I love the line about being a portal between the unfinished and the world; it captures that quiet mystery artists live inside of, where life and art keep shaping each other. And honestly, choosing rhythm over rigid schedules feels deeply true to the spirit of the poem itself — creation breathes better when it isn’t forced.
If this reflection on creating, longing, and becoming resonates with you, I’d love to invite you to read along here:
https://theeternalnowmm.substack.com/p/eternal-love?r=71z4jh
“not just as making something, but becoming something”. What an wonderful comment. Thank you for understanding this so well!! I’m definitely checking it out! 🤍🤍🤍
Beautiful poem!
Thank you Kelly!! 🩷🩷
Splendid. For all women judged by society when they ‘don’t want to give birth’… When not only humans can be born from us. 🌹
Exactly 🎯
"another life
dwelling in me,
or a new appetite
before life." I love how you expanded on the process of creation here! This is a super pretty poem thank you for sharing.
Oh what an amazing comment Azure! ❤️ thank you so much for being here
It feels familiar! Love it ❤️
Thank you so much Surabhi!! 🤍🤍🤍
Creating’s just putting tiny bits of yourself into the world!
yes yes yes!!! 💌🪅🎨🎹
Oodles of love for all the notes on clouds <3 Magnificent <3
Oodles of gratitude for you being here!!! 💌✨💘
Beautiful Iza ❤️ I love how authentic your poems are. It is as if I get to know you a little more every verse :)
🥹 Thank you so much for being here, always. 💌 Hope your heart is feeling a bit better! ❤️🩹
It is a pleasure to read your poems ❤️
Things are slowly getting back to the new normal :)