This is a sweet red zone, and it gives a cozy vibe to it.

Ah, we all have been there, and seek to write an adequate poem to capture the feelings that it causes. Your write does it very well, tenderly and a slight bit hauntingly. Wonderfully written.

A tender meditation on absence, where memory lingers in heartbeat, scent, and light. The poem makes longing almost tangible, delicate yet deeply felt.

RomaJ, your insights are spot on. Thank you.

I felt that last stanza like a sigh. This is beautifully written. Good to see your words on the page again

This is why one must travel. The doorway into inspiration while being surrounded by the culture.
Japan is on my son’s list , mine too!
Thank you for sharing:)

We remember you waking crazy hours to work in the early morning hours, and this isn’t written to sound like we shared the same bed. This is just something we remembered from DUP. We’re still drooling over all of your travels, but to read you is a trip within itself, tight.

Such beautiful imagery–the lanterns feel alive, carrying both memory and impermanence. The poem glows with quiet reverence.

Beautifully penned, S. Amazing write my friend. Appreciate you.

Damian

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

Damian

Nicely penned Brenda… steeped in feeling

I loved this piece. It can be so valuable to follow the advice of the people who love us.

Where strength is found in times like these, beauty lives. Finding calm in the storm of the world…priceless. Beautiful, Brenda 🧡

Sweet and serene. I dearly wish I has such faith.

So Lugh watched her bathing, and Bridgette thought it was ok to gaze upon her. That is nice. Then, when they took the boat ride and died together, (aww) At the end, they decided where to be reincarnated, wrapped it up nicely, and the fact that they said the Emerald Isles, I smiled at that.