the reason behind my words
why poetry
this is not a play on words but I'm glad you're here and not there but to be or not to be here that is the real question to stay stuck or finally break free are we living in a Christmas globe encapsulating a season a memory or a reality well who cares you're here regardless and it feels like I know you and I think our gaze met last week without further gibberish lol welcome to "Liminal Letters" let me introduce myself: I'm Lynn and I hate writing seems like we're in a simulation at best right but let me take you into my stream of consciousness the five paragraph essay is my nemesis simplicity is what I like simple words in-between and that's all I've got left to say.
Heart Call:
New faces—more like eyes are reading my words. And may this be a place you linger… and meditate through your own season in-between.
He will be like a tree planted by streams of water, which yields its fruit in its season,
And its leaf does not wither; And in whatever he does, he prospers.—Psalms 1:3.
What do you like about poetry?
How can you slow down in the next nine weeks
to cast a fresh vision for 2026?