Our poetry group has been meeting for three years and we all claim to write about love, but when Sarah shared a really raw poem about her divorce last month, the rest of us gave such sanitized feedback that she hasn't come back. We're all avoiding the real emotions in our work and I think we're failing each other as artists and friends.
More people experience this than they realize.
The group's fear of vulnerability is preventing the very intimacy that makes love poetry powerful.
“Where Are You with Love Poetry & Language?”
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