There is a great pain in words
And there is also joy.

A really moving piece.

Regards James

Emily Dickinson once said “Words have the power to kill, they also have the power to heal.”
And here it is the former that occurs.
j.

There is nothing quite like the sting of harsh well placed words. We humans can make weapons out of everything. Still, an ugly truth is less harmful than a pretty lie. Excellent write!

Given the state of the world, there are consequences to actions.
Nice spill.

I’m a mad, mad man… that is catchy.
It seems that it states take me or leave me, but I am not changing.

Well like the great philosopher Popeye once said “I Yam What I Yam” haha.

Thanks for the read. Much appreciated.

crimson, this is sweet. I understand how you feel

Beautifully penned, Brenda. They’re amazing like that, a lovely write my friend. Appreciate you.

Damian

Hoi hoi Chère E.,
Being Dutch, I love the rain when it pours into the North Sea. I admit you’ve won me over.
Your lovely write softens my heart and the more than lovely artwork does the rest.
Please, keep them coming!
Kind regards, Gus

Sir, as Autumn sheds its leaves, metallic golds an’ brass will live their last before collection, storage in bins, bags or covered heaps. Here an’ there working their best in the dark but – preparing to light another season’s spirit and – soul-like soil! 🙂

I used to love to play out in the rain when I was a child. I must still be, because I still love rain and will walk very slowly through it when I go to my car from my house or vice-versa.
Is it God crying? I doubt it…He is probably dousing us with it to cleanse our hearts and souls.
Nice write, em.
j.

Brought me memories of the sound of rain on a tin roof at our old house, and the smell of petrichor. A wonderful write! “)

Many, many thank yous, M.E! Enjoy your happiness.