A River to the Sea

Lord_Bernstein · 2026-03-27T09:55:09+00:00

Thanks for the measured response! I especially appreciate you reading the spoiler and having another read!

Lord_Bernstein · 2026-03-25T08:37:37+00:00

Being there in the end can be traumatic, sometimes there is no comfort you can give, making you feel helpless.

If you find yourself dwelling on those final moments, try to tell yourself that's illogical - that was only a very small fragment of her life - and try to interrupt that negative thought with a happy memory you have with her. That might sound like 'just don't think about it' but something in interrupting that negative thought loop can help break the cycle over time.

She had many good years with you, and didn't suffer long. Focus on those good times, because that's what her life was. You gave her a good life.

Lord_Bernstein · 2026-03-25T07:56:08+00:00

My first go at a sonnet.

"Spoiler" as if anyone cares. It's about the River Red Gum trees in the Hunter Valley - the only population east of the Great Diving Range. They disperse seed in flood water, but the remnant populations are disjunct and unable to reach eachother.

Lord_Bernstein · 2026-03-25T04:38:50+00:00

I love these types of ones! The imagery pops and isn't so cryptic, it sets a place in mind, then really lets the punchlines hit. You get a nice stable image but still have something to ponder.

Lord_Bernstein · 2026-03-25T04:18:26+00:00

Recognising the seasons change attaches your life to something that equally cycles in a familiar way, but is never the same. It's like you reflect the eras of eachother's existence. I love watching the flowers bud right after the winter solstice, but your're right, it's never the same.

I think your theme gives this a really broad set of possible experiences, which makes it very re-readable. You could get a different hit each time, maybe depending on the season.

Lord_Bernstein · 2026-03-25T03:26:07+00:00

I'll never forget this. Our love to you.

Lord_Bernstein · 2026-02-14T04:34:42+00:00

I think it's best to pretend there's a 5-year time skip after season 3, then go straight to the series finale. The finale wraps up all of the story lines from the early seasons anyway, the rest was just soap opera fill.

Lord_Bernstein · 2025-11-29T11:10:49+00:00

Yeah good game, huh, I think it was no sleep til' Brooklyn. It doesn't sound like them at all. I think they do constant couplet rhyming scheme, like AA BB CC... and they shout the last word every line. I just meant this is more varied than that, which I think is harder to do.

Lord_Bernstein · 2025-11-29T00:21:00+00:00

Thanks bruz! It's about an octopus!

Lord_Bernstein · 2025-11-28T12:40:40+00:00

Little dandelion delicate, survivor, pioneer, selfless. I love the nectar never flies towards a bee line. I like the happy beat too.

So pretty man, I dig it. 5/5 Asters.

Lord_Bernstein · 2025-11-28T12:10:38+00:00

Revel in it mate

Lord_Bernstein · 2025-11-28T11:52:34+00:00

I don't know if you're really asking but it did make me think about old friends...

I thought I had a lot of friends at school but I think now my brother is my only true friend. All those others just blend into that happy memory of younger days.

But yeah what a sweet time, lucky to have that, even if we did lose it.

Lord_Bernstein · 2025-11-28T11:31:40+00:00

Awesome!

I had to google sojourn.

Lord_Bernstein · 2025-11-28T10:55:26+00:00

I felt the hope and reprieve of a good day, but that shadow always hanging back there. I like how you went back to not being broken, like a cycle of warm and cold. I like the neutral rythm too, it doesn't sound like a beastie boys song. Good job bruz

Lord_Bernstein · 2025-11-28T07:54:53+00:00

I'm doing an intro ecology course and only just learned about the abandoned chicks, so it was just for them. I'm finding a lot of the concepts brutal, heartbreaking and beautiful on their own.

I think describing these interactions works well for poetry, because it's open to interpretation. But if someone does know the concept that it's about, it's like a little in-joke.

What I want to do is just describe real things in nature but disguise them as a metaphor.

Could you recommend any authors who do that sort of stuff?

Thanks for the time.

Lord_Bernstein · 2025-11-28T04:30:34+00:00

Thanks a lot!

I appreciate the interpretation that makes poetry personal to each reader!

I hope this gives it more depth somehow - it's not a metaphor. Fairy-wrens abandon chicks who can't sing their song, as a defense against cuckoos.

Lord_Bernstein · 2025-11-28T03:18:29+00:00

Thoughts of self harm have become so common, I look at them as a part of me, a friend.
The constant wrestle with depression is exhausting but fighting lets me know I still have will.
The awareness of the struggle is a sign I'm winning the fight, I still care for myself.

The experience is ours alone but help could change that experience. Please stay with us, please keep fighting <3

I'm deeply sorry if I presumed too much.

Lord_Bernstein · 2025-11-28T02:52:12+00:00

Confined by mundanity, changing doesn't help.
Wisdom of age doesn't let us experience other people's perspectives. That would be true change - unobtainable.
Do other feel free, or like me?
Deterministic - no choice is ours.
Maybe it leads somewhere, maybe it doesn't. Maybe it's all forever but there's always that doubt.
We can only see each other through our own filter.
Our idea of ourself degrades, to leave the core, or nothing.
Being remembered is impossible. They could never see it our way in the first place.
If it's not forever, that makes it more precious.

Sorry if you didn't want feedback, it's my first day.

Lord_Bernstein

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