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

Damian

Hoi Chère C.,

If I may quote you:
in my slumberous state I cause chaos

Don’t we all?
I embrace the thought in real life.
There’s nothing more tedious or boring than perfection.

So:
in my slumberous state I cause chaos
Is the cherry on the cake.
Just my opinion.

À lovely write!
Kind regards, Gus

Fantastic spill, my friend! May Arawn hear your darksome call and be your lantern into Annwfn. Not just yet though, we need more of your beautiful melancholy. Excellent poem as always.

Clay

There is NO SIN in being a woman, none. If there is SIN, it is brought about by the burdens placed on women in a male dominated, patriarchal system and society. It’s a strange evolutionary process that a biological difference (having babies) became the source of oppression.

While I applaud the artistic value of this poem, its sadness, its flow, and metaphor, I am also torn in that there should be no sacrifice made. Instead, there should be a head held high acceptance of the chaos, of celebrating joining the chaos made by all of us as human beings, and we are a chaotic bunch.

Crimsin, I hope I have not trampled all over your poem’s garden, it’s just that women are not evil or gods, just human. And certainly not for sacrifice.

Curt

Oh my A. you create such wondrous word worlds.
I can only imagine how lovey you look under water. 🙏💚

Great write Elke….the moon has a lot to answer for but not quite as much as our minds.🙏

The perfect piece for our extra bright sister above! How you began each cinquain with “Tonight” is very momentous, with an unexpected surprise at the end. This made me smile an ol’ cheshire grin. Wonderful write!

Clay

OK – It’s your fault. It was a great night for a naked dance, So is tonight. Wish you were here. 😉

Beautifully penned, Elke. Excellent write my friend with great flow. The words dance to the beat. Appreciate you.

Damian

I’d like to speak in defense of the Moon… 🤣

Sappho, I love how your dance around the bonfire leads to the fire of passion and that you take full credit for your desire!!! I think we humans have always loved howling at the moon and our desires for intimacy. May our howling and intimacy make the moon shine full and bright!!!!

Curt

Yes, dear Curt, in full moon nights the atmosphere is filled with magic. Our hearts are wide open and ready to give and receive love and passion. Let’s make magic happen!
I bow to you with gratitude for your constant, supportive comments and for sharing your thoughts! 😊🙏🏼

Hahaha, nice, makes us ask ourself if wiccans were the original hippies, tight

Oh! If we had reading lists, this would be on it! The passion, the whimsy, the movement…amazing! Absolutely a keeper!

Thank you so much for your awesome comment, dear Willow! My deepest gratitude 🙏🏼

This has anger and sadness at what people have fallen for.

damn. No sharp instruments for you. Yet your pen is cutting!

Bravo Damian, expertly poemed sir .. I can hardly wait for spring myself .. Neville 😎👍

Powerful work.

Your rhyming skills are becoming masterful, Damian. I love the effortless flow in this. That change of season can be exemplified by many on youtube who are tired of life’s games. Great work here.

We are so long overdue for one. I’m hunting light and warmth everywhere I can find it these days. I think we all are. I’ll gather dead fall if you get some matches. We can dance around the bonfire of hope, my friend

”Stillborn inside a think tank”

That alone cooked the cerebral synapse…
Here you go … still throwin poetic anchors into
this sea of rhapsodic artistry

Much respect always

Naaj