Oh, there you go, Richard. The Kyrielle volley. I don’t know that I can crank these out like you can! Wow. Very beautiful.

Stop-stop-stop … “Don’t stop!” LOL!

Love it, Adira,
You’re such a lovely tease.

Your new Kyrielle poem request is posted for you:
“Upon this page of poetry….” https://starsrite.com/2025/06/09/upon-this-page-of-poetry-to-our-craft/

I’m always happy to oblige a Lady ⁓ Richard🖌

Anytime! 💛

Ohhh, Dear Lady 🥀

You must keep mindful, waiting at that window ~ whispers light certain kinds of flames, you know.
So sweet, your efulgent encouragements, Adira; surely, a humble bard (such as I) would never expect to outshine those many grateful fellows in your life who’ve come to adore you … I’m sooo pleasantly, sooo sumptuously surprised!
Love your beguiling sense-of-humor, and your most lovely compliment. ; )

Thank you ever-so warmly, Adira! ⁓ Richard🖌

I have to tell you, Richard, I feel like I’ve been driven to your castle in horse and carriage, ushered out into a flourishing rose garden, and wisped up into your arms bridal style over the threshold. Take me to your bedroom and the balcony that overlooks your domain. Carry me up the winding staircase and lay me on fresh linens. Strip me naked in your ravishing furry. Take me, Richard… not as a king takes his queen, but as he takes his young mistress during a heated fit of passion inside the dark, hidden chambers where her shrill cries of mating remain dampened. Read me your sonnets when I’m strewn across your bed, obliterated. Let the finches build their nests while you play in mine. Kiss my rose and everything you see. That’s how I’ll know that you love me.

This was a great piece Damian. They should have a cemetery for these classic muscle cars. I love the look, the sound and the performance of these cars from the 60’s and 70’s. Great piece of writing Damian.

Okay, I’m gonna admit it. This brought me to tears. The memories I have of wandering salvage yards with daddy, scavenging parts for his current car project, are some of the most precious for me. Daddy’s little grease monkey. I can smell the old interiors & rust still. Thank you for the journey back, my friend

Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, Mary. So glad you enjoyed the write my friend. Cool, my first car was a Camaro. I love cars & trucks even though I’m not mechanical at all. lol. When I need to relax I watch YouTube for the Car revival shows. A guilty pleasure I guess. lol. Never enough time. Appreciate you.

Damian

A metaphorical genius you are indeed, bro.
When those memories hit!!!..Like a Rolodex of the mind
Can’t say enough about this vibe!!

much respect

Naaj

You don’t know what you got till it’s gone. Most cars today look like cheap matchbox cars. Great ink.

Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, Duende. So glad you connected with the write my friend. I knew you liked this one, and you’re very welcome. So wonderful to see you my friend. I’ve missed your writes and commentary. Appreciate you.

Damian

Okay, that is gut-wrenching. To lay there and live a slow death that you did not sign up for. Not right at all.
This is executed well

Thanks for the thoughtful comment Fia.

It’s not right and it’s not wrong , it’s just the way it is.Like everything in life,even suffering is impermanent.

🙏

Quite moving..thank you for sharing

I’ve often felt that pain is preferable to apathy. That quiet passing out of space. This haunts & hurts. So often the case, & always hard

First the Technical: Excellent consistency with meter, beautifully executed rhyme.
Composition: Incredible depth. As Willow noted, the piece reflects a falling away, a loss of touch and intimacy with no explanation. It’s a death of sorts, and you’ve painted it perfectly. Really well done.