hello beautiful Fia I’m glad I no longer get gazes I wrote a poem about that I’m waiting to post it…it’s titled invisible…I don’t feel old even though I’m fifty six and the world wants to tell me I’m old…no she is not old just no longer a teen… great write ❤️

This is a great write.
The reality is we all age. It’s not so bad.
But realizing that comes with wisdom and learning to embrace the life you’ve lived and where you are mentally.
I’m happy at 51. You couldn’t pay me to be in my thirties.
Hell no. Hahaha

Powerfully penned, Fia. Excellent write that we can all relate to my friend. I’m happy where I am, don’t wanna go back in time. lol. Nicely done. Appreciate you, Cuz.

Damian

You have touched upon a very important topic with your beautiful and meaningful poem, dear Fià. Unfortunately, our Western society is obsessed with a cult of youth. In other cultures, by contrast, older people are more likely to be associated with wisdom and life experience. Fortunately, the ‘army’ of women who are not buying into this youth cult based on outward appearances is growing larger and larger. We only age in years, but we mature in terms of our life experience and our wisdom; our faces reflect the beauty of a life well-lived.
​Here’s to us older women!

My sister casually announces she’s fat from time to time and she’s smaller than me. Throws the brain when someone declares themselves to be in a deficit but they still have more than you. I find it funny that I’m actually more content with my aging than I was in my youth. Guess it’s what we take from the life we live. Good write, Fia

Excellent flow and rhyme scheme. You maintained the subject on point, throughout.
Well done.

this had me on the edge intense write ❤️

Powerfully penned, Brandon. Excellent write with a lyrical vibe and an intensity to it my friend. Appreciate you.

Damian

This has a song rhythm to it! Fantastic movement!

I’m with you dearest Tim I hate death, the look of it, the feelings it brings the unfairness, I was watching a nature program about a grizzly cub and it’s mom she led him high into the snowy mountains but the incline was too steep for the cub he tried so many times to follow her just to land on the rocks below to die it made me cry it was unfair… great write ❤️

This is deep.
Death is unfair and painful for loved ones. It absolutely feels unfinished.
Great perspective Tim.

Powerfully penned, Tim. Another great write my friend. We all fear death. Appreciate you.

Damian

This feels tender in its grief. The simplicity makes the hurt more real.

Wow my friend! This is a punchy and powerful view of death. Yes the unfinished business both between people and creatively that death leaves incomplete. If only we could have more time to finish our lives and do the things we set out to. And then there are the interpersonal relationships with unfinished business. Old wounded things that were never healed or forgiven between people. I know so well what your poem speaks of. You take the most important thing in life death and put it into a concise form that explores the crucial facets of death with great poetry.

John