Beginnings are delicate things. The first bloom of springβsilken and trembling, unsure if the frost has truly passed. A poem, forming at the edge of a thought, waiting for the right breath to bring it to life.
This is my beginning. Or perhaps, just a continuationβa thread pulled from everything I have ever written, ever felt, ever longed to say. A space carved from the quiet, a home built from words.
And I have always believed in the soft magic of words. How they linger like perfume, how they cradle, how they cut. How they can hold a moment stillβsuspended, shimmering like dust in a stripe of sunβbefore time pulls it away.
So with that, welcome to Weeping Cherry Poetry.
This is what I hope to offer: a place where words take root, where they bloom and unfurl, where they drift like petals caught in a breeze. A sanctuary for those who see the world through a poetic lens, for those who long to slow down, for those who understand that beauty often whispers rather than shouts.
Here, you will find poetic musingsβintimate journal entries, personal reflections, and fragments of thought that slip between prose and poetry. You will find inspirationβwriting prompts, motivation, and invitations to create.
And soon, the Cherry Blossom Salon will open its digital doorsβa space reminiscent of literary salons of the past, where we will gather in words, exploring beauty, longing, and storytelling. This will be an intimate offering, a place for deeper conversation and shared creationβavailable to those who wish to support this journey when the time comes.
Overall, this space is for you, for us, for anyone who has ever pressed a poem into the margins of a notebook or let a line of verse linger on their tongue like honey. For anyone who has ever watched the light shift across a quiet room, felt the ache of an unspoken thought, or traced the edge of a memory with the tip of a pen.
So, shall we begin?
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aspen kae
Your page is really inspiring πβ€οΈ
Subscribed! Looking forward to reading your work.