BonesOfTheMoon@lemmy.world to Poetry@lemmy.world · 5 months agoTrista Mateer, "live photo".lemmy.worldimagemessage-square8fedilinkarrow-up194arrow-down16
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minus-squarepntha@lemmy.worldlinkfedilinkarrow-up5arrow-down2·5 months agoi can’t help but read the last verse as a jealous reflection that turns the whole poem sour. it was beautiful up until that point. now i just read the thought of a jealous person rejecting sharing in the warmth and happiness of the grandma.
minus-squareBonesOfTheMoon@lemmy.worldOPlinkfedilinkarrow-up2arrow-down1·5 months agoYes I agree, it darkens it.
minus-squaregrrgyle@slrpnk.netlinkfedilinkarrow-up2·5 months agoI agree it darkens it. Thanks for sharing
minus-squarepntha@lemmy.worldlinkfedilinkarrow-up1·5 months agonot so much darkens it, more so it makes the author sound more interested in themselves than the happiness of their grandmother.
minus-squareBonesOfTheMoon@lemmy.worldOPlinkfedilinkarrow-up2arrow-down1·5 months agoAlso true. I still enjoy it though. We’re all selfish sometimes.
i can’t help but read the last verse as a jealous reflection that turns the whole poem sour. it was beautiful up until that point. now i just read the thought of a jealous person rejecting sharing in the warmth and happiness of the grandma.
Yes I agree, it darkens it.
I agree it darkens it. Thanks for sharing
not so much darkens it, more so it makes the author sound more interested in themselves than the happiness of their grandmother.
Also true. I still enjoy it though. We’re all selfish sometimes.