The Poetry of Soul Connection

“Finding connection is finding poetry in your thinking”¹

“Hope is a thing with feathers.”�™

love is born of hope

grief is born of love

love brings consolation

Connection… in deepest grief

how far away it seems

yet eternal promise remains

our choice -- keep moving

Reach back with love 

to pull the struggling

up into the embrace

of the eternal promise

See clearly our neighbor

is everyone we meet

and lifting them up

so raise up ourselves

That is our connection

It’s poetry from our souls

living love into the world

like feathers floating on air

The eternal promise gives hope

hope is love taking flight

the eternal promise is love

Let us be known for our love

¹Quote from Kratagya Tripathi
�™Quote by Emily Dickinson

Reviews

[Dale Pavolko]

Momzilla, this poem rests on one perfect borrowed wing — Dickinson’s feather — and you let it carry almost the whole weight of hope, love, grief, and uplift. That’s a beautiful risk, and it mostly works.

Where it starts to wobble is when the poem keeps talking **about** the feather instead of letting the feather do the flying. Lines like
“That is our connection / It’s poetry from our souls”
and
“See clearly our neighbor / is everyone we meet”
step in to translate what the feather has already shown us in a single, wordless image.

If you ever revisit, try cutting every line that explains the metaphor and instead give us one new, surprising detail about the feather itself — maybe it’s torn, or wet with someone’s tears, or caught in a stranger’s hair for a moment before it lifts again. Let the image keep working instead of retiring it to the podium.

The heart here is huge and generous. Trust the feather a little longer, and this piece will rise on its own instead of being told to rise.

Thank you for the lift today. 🪶

[MomzillaNC]

Thanks for your input

[John the Baptist]

How is grief born of love?

[MomzillaNC]

Why would you grieve if you haven't loved what you're grieving for?

[jacob erin-cilberto]

And hope, that thing with feathers, is waning in our country and we need to bring it back.
We need to fly together.
perfect poem to express this.
j.

[MomzillaNC]

Thanks so much, Jacob.