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The Dirt Looks a Bit Different Now: A New Poetry Collective

The Dirt Looks a Bit Different Now: A New Poetry Collective

Crockett Meske, Melissa

Paperback

Poetry AnthologiesGeneral Poetry

ISBN13: 9798999754196
Publisher: Melissa Meske Publications
Published: Apr 3 2026
Pages: 60
Weight: 0.21
Height: 0.14 Width: 6.00 Depth: 9.00
Language: English
This poetry collective picks up where the first by the author left off. It features original poetry developed from 2016 to the start of 2026. Collectively, the author's verses continue to move through everyday life with eyes wide open, but not always in clear focus. It is the author's hope that you will again come away feeling covered in layers of love, bitterness, hope, cynicism, cautiousness, respect, positivity, doubt, loneliness, sadness, happiness, pride, resilience, tranquility and perhaps even utopia after traveling through its pages, as you did after journeying through her first poetry collective. Many of the poems were written to help the author work through the grief and loss that have been a part of the last 10 years, but others featured have helped her celebrate the successes of the past decade. Featured pieces also celebrate the love, laughter, empathy and relationships gained as well as the challenges faced by the author. Just as Meske's first poetry anthology, published in 2016, the author has now developed The Dirt Looks a Bit Different Now with this same insight: As we move from birth to death, we face the challenges brought on with each day we are given. We love. We play. We hurt. We make mistakes. We learn. We succeed. We fail. We pick ourselves up and try again. The dust and dirt that gathers on the soles of our shoes, in our eyes, on our skin, and hidden deep within our closets and our minds ends up looking the same when we view it from the mountaintop at the high points of life or with an upward gaze as it accumulates over us when we're laying six feet under.

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