As we read this we think of our darkness and how it hungers always for more. We constantly watched for the slightest weakness, even inattention is a weakness. But to have it’s icy call within our darkness and acceptance, deeelish

Hoi hoi Chère C.,
Love the write.
And love the artwork too.
Kind regards, Gus

This reads more like a short story then a poem. I love it. The darkness and moodiness crawls into my skin. As I read, I love the atmosphere you created with your words and with the image. Marvelous Brenda. xo

Father, I confess to ink the silence, haunting the moonless nights. Well done, Brenda.

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

Damian

I was way too chicken to get on top of any roof. lol
But I would lay on a trampoline at night which was so cool.
Mostly because it felt like I was floating while gazing at the sky. Night or day. Didn’t matter.
A nice escape – good for adults and kids.
We all need them to stop thinking about reality sometimes.

Oh, I understand. Sometimes a kid’s just gotta do what a kid’s gonna do. And it’s always worth it — especially when you look back at it from the distant now, and realize how much more we had then. I have to think I knew it then, or I wouldn’t have done it. The only way it could last was in my memory.

Live in a building where they have locked the roof. But I would gaze out the window and dream. Lived on the top floor.

hello dearest poet I feel the plight of humanity in and on my own body…we are not all so blind and unfeeling… great write ❤️

That’s very interesting — and scary. It must be very difficult to live this way. I wish you peace and thank you for sharing.

You write the truth.
Are we as a species , evolving or devolving.
Keep up the good work as you say lots with very few words.🙏

Thank you, M. It’s funny, but I think of that time often, up on that roof. I can still feel the scratchiness of those asphalt shingles and smell the honeysuckle wafting up from our back yard. Wondrous times, wondrous nights.

Wow! From the roof, gazing at stars and beauty, to gazing at minds and blackness. I love it. I am still gathering material to my “roof” poem. I enjoyed reading your roof poem. Well done, FD “)

stellar ending dearest Keith ❤️

Re-animation… taking control
Re-animation… body and soul
Giving life, defeating death
Brain dead, heart stops
On your final breath

I love it…

Powerfully penned, Keith. Excellent write my friend, always dig your breakdown of cinema. Appreciate you.

Damian

I have never watched the movie but your poem tells me everything I need to know. It is powerfully and vividly written and invites to further pondering. Awesome work, dear Keith!

very gory and dark I love it dearest Keith ❤️

Powerfully penned, Keith. Excellent write about an all time classic my friend. Appreciate you.

Damian

This is a brilliantly written piece of dark and sophisticated poetry. Hauntingly beautiful, my friend!

Yes, that was a good movie too. Their fates were sealed.

Thanks Fia.

I have always seen fog as a kind of veil, wrapped around secrets and mysteries. Now I know that it can also be a good hiding place for evil spirits. My confidence is shattered. 😉 the repetition of out of the Fog! is masterfully spooky!
A magnificent piece, my friend!

Powerfully penned, Keith. Excellent write my friend. Anything John Carpenter put his name on is a classic. Appreciate you.

Damian