I love how the cheering at the end was slow. Like they had to be pulled out of the reverie this poem put them in. Like the sound of her voice made the cuts on her wrists, the cuts on her soul, real. Like they needed saving too.
Wow. I’m in tears. This really hot home hard. Every word vibrated my soul to its very core. Survivors guilt is real. And then any guilt of a permanent attempt.. even worse. So beautifully honest. ❤️❤️ please don’t stop being honest as painful as it is.
Enjoyed your heartwarming / heartwrenching poems. I’m a poet specializing in Japanese forms: haiku, tanka, haibun, kyoka, senryu. I hope you don’t mind me sharing a tanka and my haiku, a tribute poem to Bashō’s frog with commentary by the late AHA founder and poet Jane Reichhold who considered my Basho haiku among her top 10 haiku of all time. What an honor. Here’s the Bashō poem with Jane Reichhold’s commentary: Bashō’s frog four hundred years of ripples At first the idea of picking only 10 of my favorite haiku seemed a rather daunting task. How could I review all the haiku I have read in my life and decide that there were only 10 that were outstanding? Then realized I was already getting a steady stream of excellent haiku day by day through the AHA forum. The puns and write-offs based on Basho's most famous haiku are so numerous I would have said that nothing new could be said with this method, but here Al Fogel proved me wrong. Perhaps part of my delight in this haiku lies in the fact that I agree with him. Here he is saying one thing about realism-ripples are on a pond after a frog jumps in, but because it refers back to Basho and his famous haiku, he is also saying something about the haiku and authors who have followed him. We, and our work, are just ripples while Basho holds the honor of inventing the idea of the sound of a frog leaping is the sound of water As haiku spreads around the world, making ripples in more and larger ponds, its ripples are wider-including us all. But his last word reminds us that we are ripples and our lives are ephemeral. It will be the frogs that will remain. And my tanka: returning home from a Jackson Pollock exhibition I smear my face with paint and turn into art ~~ -All love in isolation from Miami Beach, Florida. Al
When this poem came out I was in the mental hospital. I had never felt so seen
7 years later it's still my favourite poem. Can't thank Desireé enough.
Anything written/ performed by Des is amazing and raw and deep oh my goodness. Her emotions give me a reason to think and dig deeper
"Is that not living? Being so close to death you paint it on your skin?"
I felt every word of that poem in my bones.
God I love all of Desiree's poems. They're all so powerful and hit home so hard.
So much raw emotion. Amazing.
Thank you, Desiree, thank you thank you thank you
you can feel her emotions by the way those tears fall from her eyes and the way her lips shiver. this is so deep, it hits home.
I love how the cheering at the end was slow. Like they had to be pulled out of the reverie this poem put them in. Like the sound of her voice made the cuts on her wrists, the cuts on her soul, real. Like they needed saving too.
So much emotion, It made my heart sink a little.
Personally I love her poems❤️ coming from a family where mental illness runs through our veins just as heavily as our blood, this poem means a lot
The way she uses contrast in this poem is so beautiful (when she says "or"). Heartbreaking, but beautiful.
Wow I felt this too much in my soul.
Wow. I’m in tears. This really hot home hard. Every word vibrated my soul to its very core. Survivors guilt is real. And then any guilt of a permanent attempt.. even worse. So beautifully honest. ❤️❤️ please don’t stop being honest as painful as it is.
Enjoyed your heartwarming / heartwrenching poems.
I’m a poet specializing in Japanese forms: haiku, tanka, haibun, kyoka, senryu. I hope you don’t mind me sharing a tanka and my haiku, a tribute poem to Bashō’s frog with commentary by the late AHA founder and poet Jane Reichhold who considered my Basho haiku among her top 10 haiku of all time. What an honor.
Here’s the Bashō poem with Jane Reichhold’s commentary:
Bashō’s frog
four hundred years
of ripples
At first the idea of picking only 10 of my favorite haiku seemed a rather daunting task. How could I review all the haiku I have read in my life and decide that there were only 10 that were outstanding? Then realized I was already getting a steady stream of excellent haiku day by day through the AHA
forum.
The puns and write-offs based on Basho's most famous haiku are so
numerous I would have said that nothing new could be said with this
method, but here Al Fogel proved me wrong. Perhaps part of my delight in this haiku lies in the fact that I agree with him. Here he is saying one thing
about realism-ripples are on a pond after a frog jumps in, but because it refers back to Basho and his famous haiku, he is also saying something about the haiku and authors who have followed him. We, and our work, are just ripples while Basho holds the honor of inventing the idea of the
sound of a frog leaping is the sound of water
As haiku spreads around the world, making ripples in more and larger ponds, its ripples are wider-including us all. But his last word reminds us that we are ripples and our lives are ephemeral. It will be the frogs that will remain.
And my tanka:
returning home
from a Jackson Pollock
exhibition
I smear my face with paint
and turn into art
~~
-All love in isolation
from Miami Beach,
Florida.
Al
pls reply to me so i can reread this
this is an even more amazing version of this poem, i teared up hardcore
That was just so beautifully constructed. I am in love with this poem.
"Isn't that living? Being so close to death you paint it on your skin" damn I'm crying. I have experience with this topic.
She has got to be one of my favorite poets.
Every time I come across her work I’m left in tears.
this is now my all time favorite. so emotional and raw. it captured one too many known feelings.
i got to see this live :) and then hug her life goal complete
Ive valued you as an artist since fresh heat 2013 in baton Rouge. This literally brought me to tears
I'm truly just...... wow
......
Still the best poem on button in my opinion.
So much emotion. Amazing.
I absolutely love her so much
This was breathtaking.
I can’t stop crying
We are all looking for someone or something to save us from our everyday lives.
Survivors guilt, or ancestral origins of plight. needless carnage, inevitable potential
I love all of your work
Desiree you are my favourite! so raw and beautiful
Beautiful.
"When I say demon I do mean me"
Iconic
I love this so much~
I can relate so much :(
❤️
woah, blown away
Man the tears
im sad i missed you
youre amazing
crying...😢
When her eyes welled up, mine did too. My God.
Damn 🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥
Amazing
Wish I could be so good with words
Beautiful
Visceral.
This... This hurts
holy shit. wow.
Everything about this hurts.
You can see the pain as she is reading it. My guess is this one is hard for her to read.
shit man shit. this was so good
she has had such a tragic life it makes me want to sob
Ow
Greqt but sorry csnt listen to rn im trying to recover
When I say demon , I do mean me ... god I
ouch.