wow this sounds like a relationship and how you feel within yourself in it great write ❤️

Thank you, Crimsin. 🙂

This has me thinking about my dad. This is very good Tim, I like this alot

On point, Tim. I love the reflective nature of this. It has powerful meaning on its own, as a read for us too.
My father died slow, and quite aware of it all, til the end. I was his friend more than his son. But it was crushing just as much.
Your write is outstanding.

Powerfully penned, Tim. Excellent write my friend. This one pulls at the heartstrings. Appreciate you.

Damian

Thank you for your thoughts, Damian.

Tim, I felt this in the marrow of my bones deep in a place I haven’t visited in so long. Truly a deeply felt poem with a melancholy beauty that was perfect for this night’s reading.

John

This captures the way memory frays at the edges. A tender, aching piece.

Incredible! It’s like she doesn’t want to desecrate her sacred holiness even though it begs her to give in to human desires and lust so she transforms back into smoke. Really incredible poem and picture, Crimsin.

Nice! Enticing and not tacky at all. This is pure poetry, Crims. You did a great job with it. And what a pleasure to read it.

Passionately penned, Brenda. An amazing write my friend. Nicely done per usual. Appreciate you.

Damian

Passionately penned, Fia. A very steamy write indeed my friend. Nicely done. Appreciate you, cuz.

Damian

Chère F.,
Doing it is magic.
Writing it doubles that.
Love it to bits!
Warm regards, Gus

PS
Waiting is good.
Not waiting is better!

Now aint that something .. am so glad I felt obliged to stop by .. Neville 😎🌻👍

Anticipation, love the feel of this, Lady

A deeply intimate work.
Regards
James

Romantic with passion hiding beneath. Nice one Fia.

Nice! Just the right amount of allure and salted with some desire for taste!
This is great stuff, Fia. Poetic all the way.

I need more!

But I guess I’ll have to wait…

Fia this read with the soft fire of embers smoldering in your poet’s heart. I enjoyed this so much. And that ending was so witty. A perfect subtlety for your gorgeous poem.

John

You are so right that we are on the same wavelength. That last line “What’s given can be taken away.”

I understand it does hurt…as far as UFO’s think of this we are all related if you think of space as the life’s blood and the stars and planets are the womb…I believe we have relatives all over the place…I do worry for out future though…I also believe we will not see these other beings homes until we are better evolve sometimes I channel these beings they are alarmed at our behavior cos a ripple can make a wave all throughout space thank you dearest poet for sharing your thoughts ❤️

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

Damian

we are on similar wavelenghts tonight it’s uncanny this is a great write lovely one ❤️

I get my “news” somewhere in-between conspiracy communities and pure serendipity. It’s actually quite entertaining for me with the mindset I’ve taken the last 10 years or so. Suffering is our lot on this plane, to find meaning in the search for meaning and to feel feelings and think about thoughts. It’s a very painful process, as you well know, especially for empaths.

I share your frustration and sorrow. It is exhausting, war, division, and the endless cycle of conflict passed from one generation to the next.

I doubt by now that there are “sides” very well defined anymore. It always has been right or wrong, and deep down we all feel it or we don’t. It’s a shame, that morality and justice have fallen so far down the line of what matters.
We are numbed by it all. Your write is a reminder to each of us that the frustration is universal. Your voice is true, and easy to agree with.

Powerfully penned, Fia. A very heartfelt write my friend. It’s scary because history is being repeated, and most know those endings had major consequences. We’re witnessing actions that won’t be undone easily or can’t be undone at all. We’re all feeling the weight indeed. I can definitely relate. Appreciate you, cuz.

Damian

These are the thoughts that shorten my nights and keep me exhausted. I have a whole folder of pieces I’ve written trying to capture these thoughts. They’ll just stay parked in that folder because after a while it just starts to feel like more of the same and I’m tired of my own voice. The numbness isn’t enough cover the pain, that’s for sure

Wow, this is extremely thought provoking.

Thank you so much for putting this out there to reflect on.

Fia this is a poem of great clarity and immense originality. I have read others on the dark times ahead but this poem held me rapt and fascinated. Fine scribing.

John