Tapped out on my phone in an Uber on the way to D&D. I write about more than love, I promise!
the water laps at the dam seeking egress, seeking progress everyone inside so thirsty life affirming liquid but the dam the wall we built to keep ourselves safe our salvation our condemnation seemed a good idea at the time but all our other crimes against ourselves did too how are we so smart yet so stupid it hurts it fucking hurts life without love may as well be an empty gift on Christmas morning but we all do it to ourselves every day so many boundaries and rules and norms all because we’re too afraid to get hurt too afraid to be ourselves too afraid to realize ourselves too afraid to give one another the best gift we can
There’s nothing wrong with writing about love ;)
Sure, but it is a perhaps too-popular topic.
It is popular for a reason: it is virtually unextinguishable and it touches everyone. Those who love because of its presence, and those who don't because of its absence. Write whatever suits you, my friend!
I saw your post about commenting on poetry, there really isn't to comment about unless I wrote it also and would like to share these emotions with you. Maybe try a group meetup with other poets?
I'm not sure what you mean by "there really isn't anything to comment about unless I wrote it also". Can you clarify, please? Part of wanting to share things on Tildes is that I know there's a lot of quality discussion here, and I want to engage folks I know here in that discussion. There's a level of trust established here, and the convenience of knowing this community exists.
Fair enough, sorry for the misunderstanding.
Though I want to point out that taking a poetry course shouldn't be a prerequisite for commenting on or writing poetry; that kind of gatekeeping is really problematic.
edit: a word