Chère C.,
A friend of mine wished me a blessed Friday.
I’ve come to absorb your words, art work and waive half of her well wishes to you…

Kind regards, Gus

On second thoughts:

The compass points North.
We call that orientation, but the orient is in the east.
If I look west, there’s the North Sea
So it’s only natural for me to look south, now and again. And again.

I Love this…
Your poem makes me wonder…
Kind regards, Gus

Classy and scary. Such great craft from you. 🙂

Powerfully penned, Brenda. Excellent dark write my friend. Appreciate you.

Damian

I’m old and still having fun – maybe not in the pit but… 😉

I feel a strong commonality here with you. Am I off base?

Great writing, dear Crimsin! Your mind and your memories are yours and yours alone. Stay always true and authentic, this is your precious gift to the world!

Brilliantly penned, Brenda. Excellent write my friend. Appreciate you.

Damian

This is outstanding, Curt. It sounds to me like something Kerouac might have written. It needs voice, I think — but then, I think that of damn near everything — except a whole bunch of things I’ve heard on the radio and TV that should never have been heard by anyone. I do have my limits. There’s only one good thing about those things: I can turn them off. Now this, this is good very beautiful. It sings without the music. I could feel the need, the longing and the heartbreak. Excellent work, my friend.

This is some serious juice of a lexiphile! Gonna be sighing on this one for days…

“vivid as wildflowers” I might steal this line sometime! This beats for me as a song, it has the rhyme and the musical tune, and I can’t help but to remember “wind of change” yes the 80th song, because all I can think of is this poem being a revolutionary song and since the title is “Love” it even holds more power, great poem my friend, it radiates with enthusiastic energy.

Well, I am glad I found you here, my friend. You are so welcome here and your voice is needed to give this piece the additional life it can have. Your words are very powerful, and I feel the song in it before you have given it that extra bit of life. So well written. I had no idea you were a revolutionary. Curt. Outstanding work! I look forward to hearing it. Please alert me when it is done.

Your poem is amazing, absolutely amazing, dear Curt! To me love isn’t a feeling, it’s a state of being. When you become love, you will be the wildflower, the deep blue ocean and the bird song, the world needs to feel, hear and see to develop. By being the personification of love you help the whole world to become a better place!
The rhythm and flow of your poem is superb, it calls out for becoming a song.