That’s frikin awesome ⭐

Powerfully penned, Keith. This write has layers my friend. Appreciate you.

Damian

It reads like a song. I enjoy the lyrical quality and the way the rhyme and cadence propel the reader through this brutal inventory of sickness and despair. It has the perfect structure for a darkly beautiful rock ballad.

This is brilliant, dear Keith – the imagery, the use of opposites and the meaningful words! The end of September is the beginning of a new and pretty dark season. Yes it is all letting go, decay and death. But nature shows us how to die with dignity and grace. Birth and death belong to the same circle of life. Hope guides us through the valley of shadows until we reach the light again.

I love nursery rhymes. Waiting for more!

Mother nature is probably in a foul mood for all men have done to her. Polluting her waters, razing her trees, and a lack of concern for her air are things she’s keeping a list of, I’m sure.

Nice one.

Chère S.,
By now you may remember that I am a great fan of your work.
There are a hundred different ways to actually do something to minimise further damage. And there are a hundred ways to handle it in an artistic way. There have been moments where those tipped the balance.

And every little bit helps. Of that I am sure.
I agree, what’s been done was done. But no-return? We’ll have to wait and see.
Love this write a lot.
Please go on writing these poems, dear neighbour!

Kind regards, Gus
Kind regards, Gus

Beautifully penned, Elke. With such a powerful message my friend. Excellent write! Appreciate you.

Damian

This is a wonderful, poignant poem, Sappho. It’s tragic when you think about it. We humans are the only sentient, conscious life forms on our Mother, with the power to give or take life, both in the small sense and in the larger sense – extinction. Your poem is important because it tells the truth about our impending doom, unless, UNLESS we consciously stop creating the means for our own extinction. It’s ironic, life on the planet will most likely continue and even flourish when humans are gone. After all that meteor wiped out almost all life forms 65 million years ago, but in the absence of dinosaurs and other predators, mammals, our ancestors began to appear and thrive. The problem with the 6th Great Extinction is that there is no guarantee conscious life will emerge again. Extinction: a major event on Earth, a minor event in the Universe.

Thanks for sharing your insightful poem.
-Curt

I’ve always admired your writes. Whether prose or “built” like this one, your talent is obvious.
(And, I read your bio. Even more reason to salute you as a strong person with immense talent).
I picked up on the rhyme scheme in this one easily, because you made it so fluid. Well crafted, Sappho.

Lovely sad/hopeful

I saw two Blue haired ladies today. There is something about them that exudes strength…
I like your stanza about the cars they drive. “The first church of Buick”—
this is innovative in its metaphor and analogies.
j.

Thank you so much, Jacob. I truly do appreciate your opinions.

hello dearest Daddy I’ve known these ladies they say is Jesus is their copilot and I believe them they somehow always get home safe great write ❤️