#kindest - Hello Poetry

"Thank you for writing to me in Polish. I have a feeling you'll visit the land of your ancestors again. Spring and summer are the most beautiful here, especially in Krakow, but there's also Zamość, Lublin, and Łódź. I think I understand what you meant with your words. Materiality holds us together, and spirit spreads across time and space. How can we reconcile this? Allow yourself to be rooted in culture and language while soaring high in your thoughts. I wish you and your loved ones all the best. *Peace, health, and fulfillment in your words and in your lives*" Best regards, Agnieszka

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Oct 20, 2025

Oct 20, 2025 at 9:24 PM UTC

nat-lipstadt

Kindest Regards, from Agnieszka de Lodz (Agnes de Lods)

"Thank you for writing to me in Polish. I have a feeling you'll visit the land of your ancestors again. Spring and summer are the most beautiful here, especially in Krakow, but there's also Zamość, Lublin, and Łódź. I think I understand what you meant with your words. Materiality holds us together, and spirit spreads across time and space. How can we reconcile this? Allow yourself to be rooted in culture and language while soaring high in your thoughts. I wish you and your loved ones all the best. *Peace, health, and fulfillment in your words and in your lives*" Best regards, Agnieszka

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early morn (5:00am) scanning, scrolling, unrehearsed searching and the question appears in a “loves that got away” column, *(why do all these descriptors start eith S, I think I know!)* and off on another self-effacing, investigative determination, a mental biopsy of another hopeless cause, that results in poems too long though the body and mind are rested, with six hours of uninterrupted sleep, and volumes of dreams, the quest bags a burr in the bed, (yes, rhymes with head) but n o t h i n g pops in with a grin, and a bell ring, stating presumptuously, why that’s me and the fault failure fear in me engorges this really distresses, with & in a deep sense of awful, how can I not recall this momentous illustrative precious precision proof of why life is worth living, and worser still, don’t I get to choose, isn't this an interrogatory, suitable for a pre-provided Multiple Choice Answer? a pause to collect myself from a falling into a hole of nefarious negativity spiraling, *suddenly recalling so many kind and gentle touching brushes of your comments re my poetry, which provoked warm tears* ^***and one more tine, poetry has saved a life***^ 5:37am Saturday 2-15-25

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Feb 15, 2025

Feb 15, 2025 at 5:47 AM UTC

nat-lipstadt

What’s the kindest thing anyone has ever said to you?

early morn (5:00am) scanning, scrolling, unrehearsed searching and the question appears in a “loves that got away” column, *(why do all these descriptors start eith S, I think I know!)* and off on another self-effacing, investigative determination, a mental biopsy of another hopeless cause, that results in poems too long though the body and mind are rested, with six hours of uninterrupted sleep, and volumes of dreams, the quest bags a burr in the bed, (yes, rhymes with head) but n o t h i n g pops in with a grin, and a bell ring, stating presumptuously, why that’s me and the fault failure fear in me engorges this really distresses, with & in a deep sense of awful, how can I not recall this momentous illustrative precious precision proof of why life is worth living, and worser still, don’t I get to choose, isn't this an interrogatory, suitable for a pre-provided Multiple Choice Answer? a pause to collect myself from a falling into a hole of nefarious negativity spiraling, *suddenly recalling so many kind and gentle touching brushes of your comments re my poetry, which provoked warm tears* ^***and one more tine, poetry has saved a life***^ 5:37am Saturday 2-15-25

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The loneliest people are the kindest, The saddest people smile the brightest, the most damaged people are the weirdest... all because they don't wish to see anyone else suffer the same as they did.

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Jan 1, 2017

Jan 1, 2017 at 11:10 PM UTC

Midnightlove

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The loneliest people are the kindest, The saddest people smile the brightest, the most damaged people are the weirdest... all because they don't wish to see anyone else suffer the same as they did.

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